ā Donāt you know Iām no good for you? ā
starters for dark and toxic ships
She picked a fine time for a question like that, didn't she? Ravonna already felt guilty enough that she was even there, especially after she promised herself she wouldn't ever seek the other woman out again. But just as every other time she'd made that promise, she had been unable to stop herself from showing up at her doorstep, practically crashing her lips to Sylvie's the minute their eyes met. And there they were now, both lying exhausted on the same bed, the familiar self-loathing that Ravonna always felt afterward creeping in and making her pull the sheet over her as she sat up.
"I don't harbor any illusions about either of us being good for each other," she responded icily, looking anywhere but at Sylvie because she was already mentally forbidding herself from allowing anything like what they'd just done to happen again. For the tenth or eleventh time. "This isn't some sort ofā¦romantic entanglement. If there's one thing I do know, it's that. We use each other. That's it. And it stops now."
She wondered as she moved to gather her discarded clothesāclutching the sheet as if it were some sort of armor between the two of themāif Sylvie was able to recite her blow-off speech by now, having heard it so many times.













