Renna Rose Lancaster is the girl people stare at like she belongs in a glass case, carved with angel-soft beauty, a life airbrushed into unattainable perfection. But Renna knows perfection is nothing but a golden prison, coated in pretty lies that k...
"I want you inside my mind, smothering my thoughts, and indulging in my dreams.
I want you inside my heart, dancing within my ventricles, and flowing through my affections.
I want you in places the most gifted surgeons would never gamble to dissect.
And
I want you, All over me, All the time."
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I needed a smoke. Badly.
The café door slammed behind me like it was glad to be rid of me. The noise, the smell of overburnt beans, wet coats steaming under the heaters, and Alana's voice dripping sugar over every word like poison—it all got cut off in one clean snap.
The wind outside didn't waste a second. Glasgow air is ruthless. It gets in your bones, claws through your clothes, reminds you there's no such thing as comfort in this city. I liked that. At least the wind didn't pretend to love me before digging its nails in.
Breakups are supposed to be explosions. At least that's what people imagine. Two bodies tearing each other apart, glasses thrown, plates smashed, drama so loud the neighbours call the police.
Bollocks.
In reality, it's quiet. It's a bin lid slamming shut on leftovers that were stinking up the place. You hold your breath, chuck it, and walk away. No fanfare. Just rot cut loose.
And of course, waiting right where I knew he'd be—Cameron Alasdair Eriksen.
Propped against my bike like he'd paid the insurance on it, legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded, head tilted down just enough for his messy hair to curtain his eyes. Gum clicking between his teeth like he thought he was the star of some underground film. Six foot one of smug Scottish arsehole waiting to run commentary on the worst two years of my life.
"Look who finally decided to grow a pair," he said, lips curling into that shit-eating grin. "So what's the verdict, Doctor Doom? Did we finally cut the cord, or are you still keeping the corpse on life support?"
I didn't bother giving him the eye contact he was fishing for. My keys were already in my fist, the familiar metal biting into my palm. "It's over."
Cameron let his gum snap, slow and deliberate. "Over over? Or your usual brand of over where she's bent over by Saturday and you're soulmates again by Monday?"
