Chloe Liese

its cracks and bruises bandaged by hope.

it hurts to read it, to feel people love each other the way I’ve always wanted to be loved

mean, romance novels, while focused on romantic relationships, also spend a lot of time excavating the main characters’ interiority—their past wounds, how those drive their present behavior and motivations, what fuels their dynamic with their love interest and the rest of the characters.

the cracks are where the light shines through.

You’re playing with fire, Bergman. Mind you don’t get burned.

ledge and hovers

I’m so fucking desperate to taste you and touch you and make you come so many ways and times until you can’t even walk straight that I would get you off on the roof of an In-N-Out if you asked me.”

“Oh, God,” he groans.

“No God here,” I tell him. “Tell me who’s giving you pleasure.”

Watching you when I shouldn’t. Wanting you when I shouldn’t. The things I’ve done to you in my mind, when I’m alone. In the shower. In my bed. Fuck, it’s a madness, how much I want you.”

Wouldn’t your personal chef handle this for you