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504 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2020
What else do you expect when you fall in love with the sun?
It’s what the sun does.
It burns everything. Melts everything. Turns everything into dust.
I’ve watched him, craved him, loved him in secret.
What I feel for him can only be expressed in certain words, in certain syllables and tones and rhythms. And ‘darling’ hits all the right notes.
Darling says he’s adored and loved.
But he also makes me hurt. It says that he’s both a delight to my heart and a needle to it.
Arrow and his fuck doll; and Salem and the love of her life.
Some girls are born perfect.
They’re adored and revered. And loved.
I’m not one of them.
They tell me that I’m amazing and I think I’m going to cry because no one has ever said that I’m good at soccer.
No one has ever said that I’m good at anything actually.
No matter the time, the season, the weather, I’ll always wait for him.
All I’ve ever wanted is to be myself, however flawed and imperfect that may be. And all I’ve ever wanted is for my imperfection to be somehow perfect for him.
when he’s hurting, I’m hurting. When his pain makes his jaw clench, my insides clench. When anguish burns his eyes, my skin feels it.
I want him to burn me, cut me, slice me open.
I don’t care.
I’ll still smile at him. I’ll still love him. I’ll still dive into the ocean and jump off an airplane for him.
I’ll give up everything for him, all the sad love songs and all the bike rides. All the desolate bridges and lonely places.
I’ll give up myself because I belong to him.
I hurl my heart at his feet, my beating, pulpy heart at his kicking feet, and hope that it’s enough to make him stay.
Because all my questions and words can wait. They are inconsequential anyway. In the face of his need.
I’d been the witch long enough. I had to do the right thing and get my toxic presence out of their lives.
I’ve been empty all along. My heart, my heart was dead all along. It was dead because I killed it myself. I killed it in my pursuit of perfection. I killed it because I wanted to be motherfucking perfect. I wanted to be the best of the best, to be on top. I wanted to be The Blond fucking Arrow.
But I’m starting to understand that our flaws, the design of our hearts, the fabric of our souls, are the very things that make us unique.
That make us, us.
“Because if it was me.” He presses that thumb in the middle of my lower lip, tugging at it. “You wouldn’t be setting foot out of your room like this, let alone frolicking around town in the middle of the night.”
“If it was y-you?”
He nods slowly. “If it was me, I’d keep you reined in. A girl like you needs that.”
I asked for you to spread your legs for me. All I ever asked from you was your tight little pussy. That’s it. I asked for a good fuck. Because you’re supposed to be my fuck doll. Or did you forget that? Did you forget what your job is supposed to be? Your job is to shut the fuck up and take it. That is your job.
The fucking perfectionist who can’t love the girl who’s in love with him.
“What did you do before?”
“Before?”
He squeezes my bicep as if he’s making sure that I don’t fall again. “Before I came around to catch you.”
“I fell,” I whisper.
Loving him is the most wonderful, most awful thing in the world.
Just because the one you love is in love with someone else doesn’t mean your love isn’t gorgeous or real. It doesn’t mean that your love should be killed or it should be torn out of your heart and thrown into a river or burnt down like an extinct piece of architecture.
No, it’s still love.
Arrow doesn’t know that when your love is doomed, you’re not afraid of a little heartbreak. You walk with it. You dance with it. You breathe it in.
"You're the girl, Salem, who makes me want", he bites out, the tendons on his neck standing taut."I want. So many things, you understand? And I don't know what it means. I don't fucking know. I don't understand and it terrifies me.”
“Yeah. That’s what they call it. Pouty and juicy. Bad girl pussy. And yours is going to be the juiciest. She pouts the hardest, doesn’t she? She’s the tightest too. Because you’re worse. You’re worse than bad, aren’t you?”
You won’t be able to handle my dick now. Because they don’t make them any bigger than mine.
God, his dick is beautiful. A piece of art on my tongue. So heavy and meaty. So flavorful.
A throne for my bratty, bad girl pussy that pouts for him.
↬ unrequited love // Salem (h) is in love with her sister's ex bf, Arrow (yikes)
↬ forbidden romance // Arrow is Salem's soccer coach in her school
↬ boarding school aesthetic and girl squad
↬ angst // cuz duh did you see what i wrote above? Salem is in love with her older sister's ex bf!!!
↬ athlete // Arrow is a famous soccer/football player
"He can do whatever he wants with me. He can stab me with a knife and I'll be lying on the ground, dying, drawing little hearts in blood."
↳ "All I know is that when I was falling in love with Arrow, he was falling in love with someone else. With my sister, Sarah. And they are perfect for each other. Perfect."
↳ "Because I'm empty... I'm hollow. Because whatever I had, I gave it to her. Whatever fucking love I had, she used it up and threw it away. She took it and flushed it down the toilet understand?"
↳ "And sex between us has always been pretty fucking hot. She's small in all the ways I like and I'm big in all the ways that makes things tight and interesting"
"I'm not asking him to love me, am I?
I'm only asking him to use me, use my body, and he won't even do that. And I'm too hurt and too much in love with him so I've lost my mind over it."
My Darling Arrow➳ ★★
Playing with Fire➳ ★★
Fragile Longing➳ ★★
He likes making a throne for me to sit on. A throne for my bratty, bad girl pussy that pouts for him.
I'm only Salem, a girl with with witchy eyes and a witchy name. Not a witchy heart though.
My Arrow, the guy I'm in love with.
My sister's boyfriend.
“You’re the girl every guy runs away from. You’re every guy’s nightmare, Salem. Because you’re the girl with too much love inside you.”
“You asked me if I’d be your rebound girl. So I’m telling you that yes, I will be. I’ll be that girl for you. The girl you come to, to fuck all your frustrations out. The girl who spreads her legs for you the moment she sees you’re jacked up and you need it.”
I’m only asking him to use me, use my body, and he won’t even do that. And I’m too hurt and too much in love with him so I’ve lost my mind over it.
I’ll give up everything for him, all the sad love songs and all the bike rides. All the desolate bridges and lonely places. I’ll give up myself because I belong to him. I belong to my darling Arrow.
“Yeah, distraction. My rebound girl. You know everything about me. You know I’m angry and I’m hurt and I’m upset. You know I can’t play when I’m like this. So why not? Besides, you ruined it for me, the other night. It’s only fair that you make it up to me now. What d’you say? Want to be my rebound girl, Salem?”
“Not to mention, this could be your revenge.” He tugs harder at my lip and I go up on my tiptoes. “I know your relationship with your sister is complicated. Has been for years. Maybe you could get even with her. We both could. All you have to do is say yes.”
My outrageous actions do, sure. But not what I’m wearing. I look at his seething features before looking down at my t-shirt. “You have a problem with m-my t-shirt?”
“I have a problem with your cocktease of a t-shirt, yes.”
I flinch. “But I wear this all the time.”
He doesn’t like that and the havoc he’s wreaking on my wrist with his fingers increases. “Well, consider this your first and only warning. You’re not wearing it anymore.”
“But I… What’s wrong with it?” “What’s wrong with it is that every drunk guy within ten feet of you is looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. Like they wouldn’t mind getting their hands on some of that.” He jerks his chin at me and I’m starting to feel even more self-conscious than before. “Because you’re taunting them, flashing them your pale-as-fuck belly and that swipe of a belly button. That’s what you’re doing, aren’t you? Teasing them. Making them look at you. Stealing their attention. Don’t tell me you thought there wouldn’t be consequences.”
“Then you’re going to go into your room, climb into your bed and go to fucking sleep, you understand?” I jerk out a nod. “And you’re never wearing a shirt like this. Ever again.”
As tempting a candidate as you are, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline the offer of you spreading those legs for me and volunteering up your swollen and tight and pouty pussy for my pleasure. At this time, I’m looking for someone more experienced. Someone who doesn’t come just by riding my thigh and me playing with her nipples. Someone with an actual résumé of fucking. So I don’t have to waste my time teaching her basic skills such as how to suck my big, fat cock or how to ride it.
“But you can’t have it. You can’t have the very thing that you want. Because your pussy is so tight and small that she can’t handle it.”
“Nah, you ruined your own chance. You should’ve thought of that before you pouted at me, Salem. Before you taunted me. You won’t be able to handle my dick now. Because they don’t make them any bigger than mine.”
Back when I first started dating her, she was pretty. Hot too. But over the years, she’s turned into a beauty. In a tight but tasteful black dress, she is easily the most beautiful woman in the room.
And sex between us has always been pretty fucking hot. She’s small in all the ways I like and I’m big in all the ways that makes things tight and interesting.
He cocks his head to the side and asks very casually, “Did I ask for love? From you.”
“I…” “Answer me!” He yells out the words and it’s such a shock after his curious tone that I flinch and whisper, “No.” “What did I ask for?” “Arrow –” “Answer the fucking question, Salem. What did I ask for?” “My body.” He narrows his eyes. “Bingo. I asked for you to spread your legs for me. All I ever asked from you was your tight little pussy. That’s it. I asked for a good fuck. Because you’re supposed to be my fuck doll. Or did you forget that? Did you forget what your job is supposed to be? Your job is to shut the fuck up and take it. That is your job. Those are the rules.” He scoffs then, shaking his head. “But then, who am I talking to? You can’t follow a fucking rule to save your life, can you?”
Arrow and Salem. Arrow and his fuck doll; and Salem and the love of her life.
I couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of 2 sisters falling for the same bad-boy soccer-playing guy. So pathetic. So cliche.
Author: My Darling Arrow
Me:You mean, Your Douchebag Arrow ?
"You’re every guy’s nightmare, Salem. Because you’re the girl with too much love inside you."
"And sex between us has always been pretty fucking hot. She's small in all the ways I like and I'm big in all the ways that makes things tight and interesting"
“So basically, in the last eight years that I’ve known him, he’s only looked at me with his full focus that one time. Since then, his focus has been on my sister.
The love of his life.”
“Sarah is always where Arrow is; they’re inseparable.”
“In fact, he’s kissing her harder now, like things are heating up.
They’re heating up so much that even I can feel it.
Me.
The girl who’s never been kissed.”
-
“She frowns, looking peeved. “But I –”
“Look,” he sighs, the annoyed lines around his eyes getting deeper. “I’m flattered. Okay? It’s always flattering when a girl throws herself at you. Even as drunk as you clearly are. But as I said to you before you attacked me with your mouth, I don’t fuck drunk girls so you should go before I say something you might not like.”
"Even though I have freckles and my hair is savage and wild and my golden eyes are witchy, I look exactly like my sister.”
“Maybe I can help you,” I blurt out to my sister. “Maybe I can do something about it. He’s here now. He’s my new soccer coach. Which means I’ll see him all the time and I can fix this. I can get you guys back together.”
“He runs his eyes – I swear, they’ve become dark, darker than they were a second ago – down my body once again and I have to fist my fingers.
“So I can see,” he says finally after he’s done studying me for a second time.”
“After she took eight years of our love and threw it away.”
-
“She was hot. I was horny. I was supposed to take notice of her and I did.”
“It just made sense for us to be together. It made sense to date her, to make future plans with her. It made sense to convince my mother to let us be together when she found out that we had been going out behind her back for a couple of months.....
It also made sense to buy her a ring and propose to her.”
"I’m not only watching her, I’m studying the curve of her spine and the dip of her waist. I’m studying the tight globes of her ass.
To me, she’s always been Sarah’s little sister.”
“At first glance, she looked like Sarah.
Same golden eyes, same color hair, same pert nose.”
“I didn’t know that your eyes could do that.”
“Do what?”
I study them for a moment. I study their color, the dark flecks, his ever-expanding pupils, the thick, forest-like eyelashes surrounding them.
“Become dark like that. Navy blue. I-I always thought your eyes looked like the summer skies. Like lazy Sunday afternoons and bike rides and…”
“I am angry. And upset and fucked in the head. And I did take it out on him and I liked it. I would’ve killed him if they hadn’t pulled me off. So yeah, I'm fucking furious and I'm furious all the time."
“Yeah, distraction. My rebound girl. You know everything about me. You know I’m angry and I’m hurt and I’m upset. You know I can’t play when I’m like this. So why not? Besides, you ruined it for me, the other night. It’s only fair that you make it up to me now. What d’you say? Want to be my rebound girl, Salem?”
“So if you have a little crush on me, no one would blame you. Especially not now. I’m not with your sister anymore. This could be your turn. Your golden fucking chance.”
Because if it was me.” He presses that thumb in the middle of my lower lip, tugging at it. “You wouldn’t be setting foot out of your room like this, let alone frolicking around town in the middle of the night.”
“If it was y-you?”
He nods slowly. “If it was me, I’d keep you reined in. A girl like you needs that.”
He’d keep me reined in.
If it was him.
If he was my boyfriend.
That’s what he means.
He means that if we were together, he’d keep me on a leash.
He’d keep me bound like I’m an object or a pet. A fuck doll like he called me back at the bar.
A doll who’s blinking up at him and whose lips he’s playing with, whose wrist he’s holding captive and whose nails are digging into his wrist.
“A girl like me?” I whisper.
“Raw, natural and stunning.”
“Because I’m empty,” he says with clenched teeth and punishing hands on my waist. “I’m hollow. Because whatever I had, I gave it to her. Whatever fucking love I had, she used it up and threw it away. She took it and flushed it down the toilet, understand?”
“Arrow…”
“And I don’t have anything left now. Nothing but this deep-seated anger and a need to destroy something. Hurt something.”
“Just like that, I’m thrown back in time as I watch them together. As I watch them looking at each other.
As I watch him looking at her.
Like always, he looks at her like no one else exists. His features arrange themselves to be the most stunning they can be. His eyes become the most gorgeous that they can be as well.
And I fall in love with him again.
I fall in love with Arrow again while he’s staring at my sister.”
“And my sister’s ex-boyfriend. And the secret love of my life and I’m so greedy��”
" I’m angry, Dr. Lola Bernstein, because the girl I loved lied to me, not once, not twice, not three times but for months. For months, she was sleeping with my best friend and not once did she think to tell me about it.”
"You said you were trying to protect my heart. But you killed it instead.”Arrow said this to Sarah whilst Salem is listening and trying not cry.
“I sob and sob but have enough presence of mind to cover my mouth, to not alert the whole world that I’m crying.
That my witchy heart is breaking because someone killed the heart of the boy I love.”
“No one could’ve spared me the pain,” he speaks over me with an almost lashing voice. “No one could’ve saved me.”
I swallow painfully. “Why didn’t you say anything, Arrow?”
His eyes flick back and forth between mine, a painful, tormented look flashing in them, and my witchy heart squeezes and squeezes.”
“I was blind. I was fucking dumb. Because for months, they went behind my back and I didn’t suspect anything. I had no clue. I had no goddamn clue. I thought everything was fine. I thought everything was okay. Every fucking thing was perfect. But it wasn’t. You hear stories about guys who get taken on a ride and you think, how fucking stupid do you have to be to miss that? How fucking stupid do I have to be to miss that? I’m The Blond Arrow. I’m supposed to win. I’m supposed to be perfect. Flawless. But I’m not, am I? I’m a failure. I failed in my relationship.”
“I was going to marry her and I would have. I would have if not for those texts.”
Sarah.
She’s just entered the room and I viciously take a gulp of beer from the forgotten bottle in my hand.
For a second there I thought it was her.
The girl with thirteen freckles and witchy eyes. That’s what she calls them; she told me one night.”
"Back when I first started dating her, she was pretty. Hot too.
But over the years, she’s turned into a beauty. In a tight but tasteful black dress, she is easily the most beautiful woman in the room.
Someone I could have by my side while I focused on soccer. Someone who’d travel with me if she wanted to but have her own career, someone who knew how to handle the attention that being with an athlete brings. ”
-
“But a second later Sarah touches me, and I freeze at the feel of her small hand.
Her small, dainty hand that I always thought paired up really well with my large body.
She thought so too. Said it made us look like a perfect couple – her, fragile and feminine; me, dominating and masculine.”
“Her eyes drop to my lips and it doesn’t come as a surprise.
I know she wants me.
She’s wanted me back ever since I found out about her. And I have to admit that there’s a certain satisfaction in denying her.
In making her squirm.
That’s her classic move by the way, when she wants me to kiss her. Whispered words and sneaky glances to the lips. A subtle game of femininity that I’ve always found very hot.
What can I say? I like sex.
And sex between us has always been pretty fucking hot. She’s small in all the ways I like and I’m big in all the ways that makes things tight and interesting.
“You want to be kissed,” I conclude in a low whisper that I know gets her going.
She glances at my lips again, her hand on my body growing urgent, grasping. “I don’t know. I just… I want you.
Which means she wants to be kissed. This is her way of appearing as feminine as possible.
Again, I'm not going to deny that it gets me hot; I like to dominate, and she doesn’t mind.
... I look at Sarah, the perfect good girl, the girl I’ve been with for the last eight years, and I realize that… she’s a little too perfect. A little too boring.
Kissing her feels boring too.
The same song and dance that we’ve been doing for eight long years.
“What do you think your new boyfriend would say to you kissing your old boyfriend?”
“Besides, for all I know, he’s back together with Sarah and if my sister makes him happy, then so be it.”At this point Salem and arrow have had sex multiple times and she’s okay if he went back to Sarah?
“Let me tell you. Let me tell you that no, I don’t still love her. I never loved her.”
Audio book source: Audible ARC
Story Rating: 3.5 stars
Narrators: Jason Clarke and Sarah Puckett
Narration Rating: 4.5 stars
Genre: Romance
Length: 11 hours and 46 minutes
"Just because the one you love is in love with someone else doesn't mean your love isn't gorgeous or real."
We're the girls in love with boys who belong to someone else. We're the girls in doomed love. When girls like us fall, there's no one to catch us. Least of all that boy for whom we've taken the fall. We're the girls with secrets and witchy hearts. We're the girls who listen to sad songs. We slow dance to them with tears streaming down our faces, even as a smile lingers on our lips. Who cry in our pillows at night and who ride our sunshine-yellow bicycle along the empty, desolate, miserable places, where no one goes.
---end of the intermission---
"Because it's yours. My heart that I thought I'd killed is yours."
"But I'm starting to understand that our flaws, the design of our hearts, the fabric of our souls, are the very things that make us unique."
"If you got any more perfect for me than you already are, I'd fucking lose my mind."
"You're the girl, Salem, who makes me want", he bites out, the tendons on his neck standing taut."I want. So many things, you understand? And I don't know what it means. I don't fucking know. I don't understand and it terrifies me."
"You're the girl who keeps me awake at night. The girl who makes me look out the window and count the stars in the sky. I not only count them. I look for patterns. I look for shapes that match the freckles on your nose and under your eyes. You're the girl I wait for at midnight because she wants to go for a ride and she has a thing for speed. But she's always late and when she does show up, I complain about it because I'm an asshole. But the truth is that you're the girl I'd wait hours for. You're the girl I'd wait and wait for just to get a glimpse of you in my leather jacket. Just to see what color lipstick you're wearing and just to hear you say the weird fucking name of it in your sweet voice."
"You won't be able to handle my dick now. Because they don't make them any bigger than mine."