Jan 5, 2020
❝ do you love yourself? ❞ kennedy to summer
“Do I love myself?” Summer’s scoff was delicate. Painfully sweet. It was like jabbing the roof of your mouth with the pointed tip of a candy cane. “You’ve got some fucking nerve to ask me something like that.” The silk tie of Summer’s robe was coming undone. “I’m enjoying a night in with a bubble bath and some wine. And, let’s not forget, I’m not married to your fucking asshole brother anymore.” Summer crossed her arms. “So you tell me, Kennedy.”