Love is Liz (LiL, #2)
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"In the tiny space between our bodies lived an unspoken rule. If one of us broke that rule there was no saying what would happen."
For the last twelve years, my life hadn't been anything but depressing chaos. A nightmare I couldn't wake up from. I'd done lots of stuff I wasn't proud of. The drugs, the smoking, the alcohol, the many, many girls. Not one of those coping mechanisms was much of a success. But the drugs weren't the only thing toxic. Once started, forcing myself to stop wasn't as easy as I'd first anticipated. I'd become addicted.
Then there was her.
My Bee.
My precious, tough girl.
She became my new addiction. One I couldn't live without. One I craved more than any other drug that was available. One I desired more than any other girl that threw herself at me.
Getting my next fix, however, was a complicated task to achieve. She didn't belong to me and she certainly wasn't like those other girls that craved my attention. However, if I knew one thing about being an addict it's that you would do literally anything to get your next fix.
And I craved her more than any drug I'd been using before.
~Love is Liz is the sequel to Life is Liz so I would advise you to read the first book before jumping into this one. ~
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