Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell

I did miss his tongue. I do like him better on his knees like this. At least he’s not talking—if he’s not talking, he can’t lie. “Oh, fuck…” I moan. “I’m still mad at you.” “I know,” he says, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. Dark eyes look up at me, his mouth…

“You missed brunch. Did you forget we had reservations?” she asks. “I called the room like ten times, and…” She pauses, taking in my appearance. “I thought you went to bed early—you look like shit.” “I didn’t hear it,” I tell her. “I’m sorry. I feel like shit. I think I ate some…bad sushi or…

“It’s too bad he’s not a plastic surgeon,” she says. “Maybe he could fix you.” “No one can fix me.” “What are you talking about? I bet he knows someone. I mean, you can’t be comfortable wearing that dirty hoodie when it’s ninety degrees out.” She laughs, and it sets me on edge. I tighten…

“Oh…sure.” She exchanges a look with Ashlyn that I’m pretty sure says, At least she’s staying far away from us. “So, we’re going to get changed and meet down in the lobby at seven,” Blake tells me. Her friends step out of the elevator, and she holds the door open while she finishes. “Then, we…

I keep checking my phone—discreetly since I told Blake I forgot mine and I don’t want her to see the second one—even though I know Sebastian is the only one with the number and he won’t message me just to talk. I close one eye and send him another message anyway. ME Someone sent me…

I’ve always been afraid of heights. Even now, just standing here, my hands shake and my palms are slick with sweat. It’s a long way down—long enough that I’d have time to regret it on the way—but it would be quick and certain. I wouldn’t wake up in a hospital somewhere. I’d never have to…

“Twenty-nine,” Sebastian says, walking back into the main room. “Okay, well…come out back, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” He takes my hand and follows my mom out the sliding glass doors to the backyard. “Hey, everybody. Teagan is here; she had a little hiking accident. She and her friend, Sebastian, are going to eat with…

“Well, I’m glad that helps you sleep at night.” “You don’t know anything about me or how I sleep at night.” “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t,” I tell him, slamming the door as I exit the vehicle. I walk ahead of him up the staircase to the main floor of the house that isn’t a…

He sighs before bending down and picking me up. Holding me tightly against his chest, he trudges back up the rocky terrain toward the road, then into the garage, up the staircase, and back into the house. And I let him, silently surrendering. I don’t have anything left to fight for anymore. He sets me…

“If you set that fucking Texas tits shirt in here, I swear to god, I will stab you.” He smiles. And I’ve seen Sebastian smile. But that version of him was just a man—a twenty-something guy who didn’t take his fucking job seriously and who, I’m pretty sure, was sampling the products from the pharmacy….