There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

If anyone else said that, I would assume they were only trying to cheer me
up.
Cole doesn’t say things to be nice.
I loved his art before I ever laid eyes on him. It spoke to me, long before we
met. His opinion matters to me more than anyone’s.
My eyes burn, my whole face hot. I can’t allow myself to cry because I won’t
do anything that would make Cole think less of me.
All I can do is grip his hands and press them harder into my face until the
pain brings me back to earth.
Cole says, “Now try on these goddamned clothes and enjoy yourself—feel
the fabric, it’s gorgeous … you’ll appreciate it more than anyone.”
Amore – Bebe Rexha
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Pulling on the first dress, I discover that Cole is right. He’s always right.
The clothes caress my skin. They fit my body like they were made for me—
some heavy and comforting, others light and floating. The richness, the
softness of the material … the way it clings and stretches and flares around
me like the garments are alive, like they’ve fallen in love with me … I’ve
never experienced anything like it.
Cole has impeccable taste. He seems to intuitively understand what colors
and silhouettes suit me best. He’s chosen rich jewel tones, mostly solid
fabrics, a few prints. The embellishments are rustic embroidery or sumptuous
draping—nothing that would scratch or irritate me. He hasn’t picked out
anything that would make me feel like I was cosplaying as a socialite. It’s all
bohemian styles with vintage influences. He knows me. He knows what I
like.
I had only intended to let him buy me a few things, but piece after piece piles
up in his arms, each so lovely that I can’t seem to choose between them. Mini
dresses with bell sleeves, satin rompers, peasant blouses, leather skirts,