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540 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2018
"I could have been the bigger person, but fuck it, I was five foot three and I wasn’t built to be that person ever."
“I… I… I…,” one of them stuttered while the other looked like she was about to crap her leotard and tights. Good. I hoped she did. And I hoped it had a diarrhea-like texture so it would go everywhere"
“You probably sit in your Tesla and cry every time you wrinkle your sweaters.” Ivan barked out another laugh that was pretty much shouted up at the ceiling."
“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Ivan drawled all of a sudden. I blinked and thought about glancing away but decided that would look even worse.
“I will. I think the encyclopedia needs an entry on Assholes and could use your picture as an example.”
His right hand let go of the steering wheel and covered a spot over his heart. “Ouch.”
I snorted. “Oh please.”
“Don’t sound so excited,” he replied. Then he smiled. “Which bridge do you live under and how do we get there?”
A conversation between ignorant Bibi and slightly less ignorant Bibi, let's call them B1 and B2
B1: Five stars? Really? After all the bitching and moaning
B2: *smiles at her e-reader*
B1: But you hated Jasmine at the beginning
B2: *widens smile*
B1: You also said and I quote "what kind of fuckery is this? No 30-yr-old man speaks like this"
B2: *ignoresbitch1B1*
B1: *wrings hands* but....you dislike slow burn romance
B2: *casts a pitying look at B1*
B1: You said Ivan and Jasmine were too old. I was there, you totally said it. *sniffs*. Why are you doing this to us? *wails*
B2: *casts another pitying look at B1*
B1: After all that we've been through, you would do this to me? Don't think I didn't see how you cackled at that scene with HRH Lacey. I can't even comprehend those liquid things that fell from your eyes during the scene at the restaurant or how you couldn't contain your joy while reading the epilogue. I totally saw it, you...you...Ivan-fangirling, backstabbing, slow burn loving traitor. * glances away, wipes imaginary tears.*
191.
“I believe in you. In us. Regardless of what happens, you will always be the best partner I’ve ever had. You’ll always be the hardest working person I’ve ever known. There will only ever be you.”
“I’m okay with you having ten other people be your favorite. But you’re always going to be my favorite person,” he finished. “Always. No matter what.”
“I’ve seen you before. There’s no way anyone would see you on the ice and think there was a price limit on it,”
“I’m going to kill you,” his voice dropped instantly. He stared at me, bug eyed. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“You’ve been in my life for thirteen years. How could you not think I don’t care about you? We fuck around with each other because we both like it. Because there’s nobody else we can fuck around with that can handle it.”
“I believe in you. In us. Regardless of what happens, you will always be the best partner I’ve ever had. You’ll always be the hardest working person I’ve ever known. There will only ever be you.”
“I love the way you smile,” he said with a dreamy, sleepy expression. “I want to tell you to do it more often, but I don’t.”
I took in every inch of that flawless face. “Why?”
He didn’t even have his eyes open as he responded. “Because you don’t give it to everyone.” His cheek rested against mine, that sweaty chest did the same as he said, “And I don’t plan on sharing you.”
"The ones that matter are the ones who have always known what you’re capable of."
"I love you so much I spend all day with you, and it still isn’t enough for me,"
“I believe in you. In us. Regardless of what happens, you will always be the best partner I’ve ever had. You’ll always be the hardest working person I’ve ever known. There will only ever be you.”
“I love you so much I spend all day with you, and it still isn’t enough for me,” he kept going.
I stopped breathing.
“I love you so much, if I can’t skate with you, I don’t want to skate with anyone else.”
Holy. Fuck.
“I love you so fucking much, Jasmine, that if I broke my ankle during a program, I would get up and finish it for you, to get you what you’ve always wanted.”
It was love. All I could feel was love.
“You’re such an annoying shit. God, I just want to punch you in the face sometimes. Who’s a champion? Shut the hell up.”
What did he do? How did he respond? He laughed. Ivan Lukov laughed loud.
“You probably paid the judges with your Russian mafia money,” I kept going, which earned me another laugh so loud that I almost smiled back at him.
You are who you are in life, and you either live that time trying to bend yourself to make other people happy, or… you don’t.