SKYLAR
What the flipping duck is this feeling?!
You know all those times you try to cut out sugar, and you’ve gone weeks–months–without a single bite, completely convinced you’re strong and independent? And then the devil walks into the room, holding up a freshly baked, triple-chocolate glazed donut and forcing a bite into your mouth?
That taste? That explosive, brain-melting rush of dopamine?
Yeah. That is exactly what I’m feeling at this moment–except multiplied by a billion.
I am not on cloud nine. I have officially bypassed nine, zoomed straight past cloud twenty, and landed somewhere on cloud fifty.
Flip. Is this what all those heroines in my dark romance novels are actually feeling like when they get eaten out?! Is this how it’s supposed to feel?!
Because I swear on my life,
