Friends aren’t forever. They’re not even for a while. They come into your lifeand they leave when something or someone changes. Nothing grounds them to you.Not blood or loyalty. They’re just…fleeting.-Daisy Calloway

Lily Calloway…all this time, your superpower has been loving me.

The fear of losing each other is always stronger than the pain we cause.

Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn’t even know it.

Whether it’s men, women—it doesn’t really matter. The human race is filled with passion and lust. And to coin terms like heterosexuality, homosexuality or even bisexuality makes no sense to me. You are human. You...

and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.

I can’t help but laugh into my next sip of water. For the first time, mine doesn’t seem so bad.”I don’t know why you’re fucking laughing. You have a girl’s name and no middle name.

Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth.

He stands confidently in his hot pink mankini. When I told him it was the only suit left, he literally shrugged and put it on. Tan skin, ripped abs and stylish wayfarers- he instantly looked...

I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.

Yeah, my father is an egotistical douchebag,” he says roughly. “My name literally means Jonathan empire.

Loren Hale fucks better.

I’m so fucking tired of being alone. I was scared that he’d tell me to fucking leave. Because that means going back to a life I can’t see for myself anymore.

It doesn’t matter if she wanted it or not. No self-respecting man would offer something like that to a girl, especially one that’s drunk.

I need you to wait for me.

Lo shoots a withering glare his way. “Your our goddamn publicist, not the king of the caste, so stop acting like you have authority to banish my brother into another room.

Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.–empty.

No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?

is that I’m going to carry you through this door. I’m going to draw out every single moment until you’re exhausted. And I’m going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like...