she sought death on a queen-sized bed ☀ ☀ ☀ marley

princessmaradaisy:

_{“Or prostitute? Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?” She was being mean. “D’ you like that one, babe?” Wondering when he was going to bring up the reality of their relationship, when she was going to have him in her bed and stay there. Not tip toe in at a weird time or smell of someone else.}

_{“What do you want me to do?”}

    _{Her words hit him in a soft pang, a minor bullet to the chest. He despises that word, despite the undeniable truth of it. Henley Finch is, irrevocably, a prostitute. There’s just no way in hell he’s ever going to admit it. “We don’t have to do this right now, M.”}

     _{“Let’s do something else. Let’s –– I should fill up my car.”}