Page 56 of Hexual Healing

He laughed.

“You know this is probably going to end badly,” I said.

“Most things do.”

I looked out over Assjacket, what I now knew wasmyweird, chaotic, beautiful disaster of a town, and made a decision.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“But the—” I put a finger to his lips and didn’t flinch when I looked him dead in the eye.

His breath hitched against my fingertip, then again when my lips found his.Heat flared, not the searing ache of the curse, but something deeper, cleaner.Like it had burned straight through the pain and found the parts of me that still believed in wanting.The world narrowed to the press of his mouth, the faint, lingering taste of whatever questionable swamp drink we’d shared a few short hours ago, and the ridiculous fact that I was gleefully happy.Maybe the curse couldn’t be broken.Maybe I’d always carry it.But right then, I gave zero fucks.

This girl had a much bigger priority.

And that priority was massive.I could feel it straining through the fabric of Baz’s jeans as it pressed against my upper thigh.

“Well,” Gary said from his terrarium, “shitballs.”