“The thorns reminded me of the way your arrow pierced me so sweetly,” he says with a sigh. “And the pink blossom reminded me of your hair, and how it would look fanned out over my chest after an intense love-making session.” I groan and bury my head in my hands. “What. The. Actual. Fuck.” InfatuationLolCheesyCupidLove ConfessionBruh Moment Book:Crimes of Cupidity Source: Crimes of Cupidity
“So yeah, when I look at you—his little golden pet that he shows off—it pisses me off.” “Then don’t look at me,” I retort, my voice carrying a hard edge. Osrik snorts. “I try not to.” “For the record, I get pissed off when I look at you, too,” I reply. A rough, quick bark of a laugh escapes him, so loud and sudden that it makes me jump. “I guess neither of us should look at one another then.” I dart a look at him. “I guess not.” HateImprovementLolRivalryBanterLookingAwwAgree To Disagree Book:Glint Source: Glint