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“That’s everyone, Tink. You’ve ruined me. Don’t you get it? I only see you. You’ve got all my attention. Every last bit of it.”
“Me?” “Yeah. You and your snarky one-liners. And the way you’re grumbly in the morning until I bring you a coffee. And that goofy voice you use when you talk to Vivi. How sweet you are under all that professional indifference. I eve...
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“I’m not sweet.” “You are. I’ve tasted you. And now I want to again. Let’s ge...
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Summer: *salute emoji* Sloane: What even is that emoji? It always looks like a dick to the forehead to me.
Sloane is me
Willa: Sorry, come again? Sloane: Or a side profile of Pinocchio. Summer: Sloane . . . it’s a hand. Saluting. Like YES, SIR! Sloane: Seriously? I’m looking closer now. *salute emoji* Willa: A fucking dick to the face? Pinocchio? There are tiny bumps that show the fingers. Somebody needs to take away your beer.
Sloane: Anyway, I hope Winter is taking a dick to the face right now. Willa: Way to change the su...
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Go ahead. Get loud.”
“I hope someone sees you riding my cock. Screaming my name. I hope they tell everyone. Print it in whatever shitty little newspaper they have in this town. Take out a roadside billboard.” “Rude.”
He leans back to admire me, breasts bare and heaving. “So fucking pretty.”
And with his eyes on me, I feel beautiful. I don’t wish it was darker. I don’t wish he’d hurry up and shift his eyes somewhere else. I could lie naked in front of him and luxuriate in the way he appreciates my body.
“No one has ever made me feel so good. Like I don’t need changing or fixing. Like I don’t need saving.
Everything is so rushed with us sometimes. I just want to savor you for a minute.”
“Show me.” He gathers the skirt of my dress and bunches it at my hips. “Lean back. Play with your pussy and come on my cock. I want to watch you again.”
we both lose it. We’re a tangle of limbs. Curse words. Moans. Whispered names and jerky movements. It all feels like the perfect symphony. The perfect crescendo. Sweet meets filthy. Slow meets hard.
Theo: What are you doing? Winter: Enjoying myself. Go away. Theo: Send me a pic and I’ll leave you alone. Winter: What will you do with it? Theo: Frame it.
the world doesn’t stop. Dreams don’t evaporate.
Winter hasn’t told me she loves me, but this comment tells me she does. That she wants me to do things that are important to me. That she’ll be here when I do them. That she’s not here to hold me back. That she doesn’t just need me around to help with Vivi—she understands that I need to feel accomplished.
“It means . . . I live you. Like I see you everywhere, you are in everything. Our connection is more than physical.”
Winter: If you win, I’ll give you road head next time we go out. Theo: This brand of motivation REALLY works for me.
His face is pure focus—with a tinge of vicious. Like I’d lie naked in the dirt for this version of him.
“Okay, it’s my turn to say good now that Emmett didn’t stay on.” Summer pulls my attention away from Theo and Rhett in the background to the blonde cowboy stomping out of the ring.
HAAA LOSER
Hands gripped on my knees, I don’t know what to do with myself as I watch the bull spin and leap and try to kill the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. He better not fucking die on me.
The thought jolts me for a minute. It came so easily. So naturally. Like being with Theo is the most obvious thing in the world. Like, of course, we’ll be together. Who the hell else would I be with?
Who would put up with my moody ass? Who would love Vivi the way he does? Who would...
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Willa and Sloane seem interested, but not all that excited. So, fuck them. In a friendly way, of course.
Lollll me
Let me know when you’re at your hotel so I can call. Theo: You can call me anytime. And also send nudes anytime.
I need a moment alone to let shitty thoughts consume me, so I can wake up prepared to go back to Chestnut Springs and dig Rob Valentine a nice deep hole to live in.
All I know is I want more. More of this. More of him. More of this feeling.
I’m panting when the elevator dings. My head flips to the opening doors, like I might get caught with my skirt up, grinding myself on the leg of a man who looks like a god and talks like a porn star.
The only thing I keep asking for is, “More.”
“Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me so hard I forget my name.” Yeah, that’s what she needs. To forget her name and get a new one. “Happily,” I growl as I pull out and slam myself back in.
“Why did you bring Peter?” “Because he’s part of our family, no matter how much he reminds me of the weird squirrel from Ice Age.
“Am I fucking you like a princess or a slut later?”
“I don’t care as long as you fuck me like I’m yours.”
“Anything you want to say to this future wife of yours tonight, Silva?” I don’t need to think twice. I hold the mic up to my lips and murmur, “Te vivo.” It’s better than “I love you”.
Then his gaze shifts over, to the papers he wasn’t expecting. The ones that detail legal name change from Vivienne Hamilton to Vivienne Loretta Silva. My way of showing Theo that he’ll never be an interloper—he’s stuck with us for life.
It strikes me that perhaps I’m not an easy woman to love, but Theo does it so effortlessly that I feel like I could be. Like I deserve to be.
I come alive beneath his hands. I come apart beneath them too. And he puts me back together every damn time.
I feel like he rolled up and loosened my laces when I didn’t realize I was tied up far too tight.
I sound whiny, but I don’t care. I don’t have to be at my best with Theo. He’ll love me at my worst, and at my whiniest. Today I’m tired, overwhelmed, and feeling a little wrung out.
You were all wild eyes and fighting words. I thought I’d never seen a more heart-stopping fiery woman in my life.
“That night I realized I’d never get over you. Time, distance, none of it mattered. That night, I knew there would be no one like you for me. I was so sure of it. I could feel it in my bones. I still do.”
I can’t keep up with the tears anymore, so I just let them fall. Accepting this isn’t some disease I have. It’s happiness.
“That night we were reckless.” His voice cracks. “But god, I’d be reckless with you over and over again if it means ending up here.”
I kiss him until there’s nothing else but his lips on mine, his hands in my hair, and his ring on my finger.
Vivi is here. My mom. My friends. I swear my dad is here too. And suddenly, this stadium feels an awful lot like home. Like every single person I care about is here to cheer me on. Like after years of doing my own thing I’m not alone at all anymore.
“Hope you’re ready to do this dad thing again, because there’s another Theo doppelgänger on the way,” nothing is more important than us.
