Wrecked: Dirty Air (Book 3)

The sun might seem as if it stops shining from time to time because of a cloud or a rainstorm or the nighttime, but it’s still there. It endures everything to nurture the lives that depend on it. You’re my sun. I don’t care if you’re hidden because of a storm or the end of the fucking world. I can’t live without you, and I can’t imagine a world where my son would want to either.

you call me Daddy, I think my dick would attempt to break off my body and run away.”

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so I might as well make today my bitch.

What about fate’s big fuck you?” I tease.
“While fate’s fucking me over, I might as well fuck you.”

The rain makes me feel alive because it reminds me that life’s a cycle. Water falls from above to be sucked back up again by the clouds eventually—round and round. I love the storm clouds before the first drops fall. Love how the rain feels against my skin, and I love the way it smells. It’s so weird, but my favorite days are the gloomiest. And it teaches us how even the ugliest storms can lead to a rainbow at the end.”

Are you out of your mind? You’re so drunk you can’t even stand straight.”
He grunts. “Okay, forget dancing. How about fucking? It can be done lying down.”

“It’s under the clause saying you’ll do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want it. Section 3B if you want to get specific.”

Can we reschedule for never?”
“Sorry, I’m booked out an eternity from now, so this is my only free slot.”

To be fair, Miguel’s family was sheltered.”
“From what? Common sense?”

Elías does this magical thing with his tongue despite me having literally all my clothes on.”