“He tasted like smoke, and he smelled like rain and damp wool. and she might very well go mad from how good he made her fel She foared in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
‘Is this a dream'
‘I don't know,' he said huskily, his eyes aglow. ‘Let me kiss you until dawn, and I suppose we'll find out.'
Perhaps tomorrow, reality would crash down around her. Bur here, right now, with the patter of the rain and the whisper of the fire around them, she couldn't find it in herself to worry, to regret a single self-indulgent moment at all.”
...I'm dead.
Contains spoilers
Welp, okay then...
Like what the hell do I do now. I knew it was gonna end sad but I thought they would just break up again, but...what the fuck is up with car crashes in these tear jerking novels. And how am I supposed to recover?!? You expect me to just move onto my next book?!? My next books include a book on conservative business of America, one of the first feminist novels, and a book that includes knotting. I can't just move onto those like I'm fine, cause bro, truly what the fuck