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479 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 27, 2014
He’s my last real friend. But I know that’s not entirely true. He’s the only real one I’ve ever had.
“I kissed you tonight because I want your lips to only touch mine. From now until forever. That’s the fucking truth.”
“I was waiting for the sun to chase me,” he breathes, drawing me to his chest. In one swift movement, my lips are on his. The world is spinning. He kisses me like this is the moment he’s envisioned all his life. Like this is heaven on Earth.
For me, it is. A blissful moment before something that could be the end. The rush before the fear. He whispers, “I fucking love you.”
I smile, my lips tingling. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I love you more than chocolate cake.”
We chose this because nothing else felt right.
Nothing else felt as good.
Our greatest happiness has always been with each other.
he notices the flower crown still in my clutch, and he steals it from my hand. i watch as he sets it atop my blonde locks, some strands painted with color.
“i was waiting for the sun to chase me,” he breathes, drawing me to his chest. in one swift movement, my lips are on his. the world is spinning. he kisses me like this is the moment he’s envisioned all his life. like this is heaven on earth.
“you’re a bird.”
“a bird.”
“yeah, a fucking bird that won’t stop flying or squawking.”
“like an eagle?”
“you’re prettier than an eagle.” he rolls his eyes again. “fuck.”
“you called me pretty.” i poke his chest, my smile overtaking my face.
he stares at me hard.
i want to be the one to protect daisy. i want to be the one to hold her in my arms. i want to comfort her until she reanimated in pure fucking happiness.
i don’t want to miss a day with her. i don’t want to be here when she’s there.
↳Exhibit A: Daisy/Aelin both flirt with Rowan/Ryke just to annoy the shit out of them even though they shouldn't flirt with them because it's ~forbidden~
↳Exhibit B: Daisy/Aelin are both crazy (respectfully) and Ryke/Rowan both have sticks up their asses and just lets their women do whatever the f they want while smiling proudly at them.
↳so this is Ryke (H) and Daisy's (h) story (a year or so after Kiss the Sky). these two have been circling each other for YEARS but they can't do anything because of the 7-year age gap and Daisy was only 15 when they first met. 3 years later, Ryke is still a bit hesitant because of Lo (his brother) being overprotective when it comes to Daisy, and of course herproblematicmother. but then they realized that they just wanna be together and they were like ehh fuck it. consequences be damned.
again, this story is more character driven so there's no "plot" BUT this does have the whole road trip storyline for the most part.
"... Your brother's existence caused your parent's divorce, and yet, you gave up most of your time and energy to help him through his sobriety. How can you possibly think you're a pain in their life? What you've done for them, it's nothing short of heroic, and if you can't see that, then you're blind my friend."
“Yes, yes, right there! God, yes. Holy…!” Even in the darkened room, I can distinguish limbs. The girl’s tanned legs are split apart by the edge of the bed, her back curved upward. She clenches Ryke’s hair, his head between her thighs as he kneels on the ground, his body hidden by the bed frame.
“No restraints. One- hundred- and- fifty miles per hour. You and me, sweetheart.”
“Want to know a secret?” she whispers. “Sure,” I say, my arm stretching across the back of her chair again.
She smiles and says, “You’re my favorite four- letter word.” Her bold green eyes flit up to me.
“Ryke Meadows has invigorated my body and soul.
He is more than just my pillow.
My wolf.
My bodyguard.
He’s my everything.”
“When I look beside me, for the first time, I don’t see that weight on my brother’s chest. I don’t see anything tugging him backwards. He’s fucking smiling. The sun streams through the trees, our distance shortening with each step. Pride, for him, consumes me. And it’s at four miles in— when he leaves my side and takes five lengthy strides ahead— that I know. He’s going to outrun me.”
“as i watched each friend call me a sex-addict-in-training and a media whore, stabbing me routinely in the heart, ryke was the one who pulled out the blades. he even shielded me from them.”
why the fuck was i helping lily? i don’t ever, ever want to choose lily over daisy. just because lily cries harder. just because lily screams louder. it doesn’t mean that daisy’s pain isn’t more.
“sleeping,” i say with a smile. “when did i become your fucking pillow?” he asks lightly. “shhh, i whisper, “it’s safe here.”
“why would your sisters do that?” “lily is five years older than me and rose is seven,” she says with a shrug. “i’m used to being left out.”
it’s his normal expression, one that’s insanely attractive in this possessive—i will protect you even if it fucking kills me—quality that i didn’t think i would like until i met him.
and of course, lily’s issues came out today, pushing daisy to the side. i can imagine how she feels—like her problems aren’t significant, like they don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.
“bad news, i don’t give a fuck about your packing,” he says roughly. “i just give a fuck about you.”
“promise me that whatever it is, you’ll be fucking safe. and be careful on your way out to us. my brother can’t live without you. i’m expendable, you aren’t.”
“call you later?” “i’ll answer.” for you, i always fucking will.
“well, be damn fucking sure about this,” ryke says, “any love that i fucking give will never hurt a woman.”
connor says, “i was smart enough not to question it.”
“you’re not good enough for her,” he says. “you realize that, right?” i know this bitch is not talking LMAO??
“i didn’t accept you into my life so you could bang my girlfriend’s little sister. don’t make me regret letting you in.”
"You're a hothouse flower. You can't grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive."
"She likes to tease, to see how far she can push me, and I've never had a girl play with me like that, with confidence that radiates. It drives me fucking nuts, and I find myself wanting to be around her even more, seeking those give-and-take moments and her fucking joy.
But there's a silent understanding between us. We both know we can't cross a certain line."
"What we fucking have," he said. " I love you beyond physical attraction." He cups my smooth cheek, looking deep into my eyes. "I love you, Dais, because you're the wildest fucking girl with the biggest fucking heart. And without you in my life" -- he shakes his head like it's an inconceivable picture -- "I'd be the unhappiest fucking guy… I fucking love you, sweetheart."
"I am so emotionally involved with that girl… I want to be the one to hold her in my arms. I want to comfort her until she reanimates in pure fucking happiness. I don't want to miss a day with her... And I can't take back these feeling."
“I don’t ever, ever want to choose Lily over Daisy. Just because Lily cries harder. Just because Lily screams harder. It doesn’t mean that Daisy’s pain isn’t more.”
“You’re a hothouse flower,” I tell her. “You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”
He's like my wolf-- dangerous, alluring and protective.
"Every theory you've ever fucking had about men, I'm going to prove wrong."
She's the sun. I'm the dark. If she's gone, I can kiss that fucking light away. Without her, I know I'll never see it again.