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Except the part that I love him.

They don’t know that. No one knows that. Only my Bandit; the diary called Bandit.

Because I don’t think I could bear to tell them that the guy who thinks this is just sex, is also the guy I’m in love with.

It will make everything harder.

I’ll cry when I tell them. They’ll be sympathetic. They’ll tell me to tell him. To confess.

And then it’ll be much harder for me to be his good girl.

It’ll be much harder for me to keep this secret.

Much harder than it already is.

Because every single time that I text him ‘I miss you,’ I want to say ‘I love you.’

Every single time he calls me his good girl, I want to say ‘I love you.’

Every single time he touches me or kisses me or fucks me, I want to say ‘I love you.’

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I’ve loved him for a thousand years. And I will love him for a thousand more.

I will love him till the end of time.

Because he’s the guy I’m supposed to be with.

He’s the right guy for me.

Him.

My Reign. My Bandit.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE

The Bandit

Iknow it’s coming.

The end.

When I’ll have to give her up.

In a couple of weeks, she’ll move to New York for college and I’ll have to let her go.

To him.

I’ll have to…

Fuck.

Even the thought makes me wanna break this beer bottle in my hand. It makes me wanna crush it between my fingers, and I could do it too. With the rage that bubbles up inside of me every time I think about it.

This irrational…something.

I don’t have a name for it.


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