More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
She lets out an arrogant laugh. “You’re in love with yourself.” “Someone’s gotta be.” The statement holds way more truth than she realizes.
That’s what therapy has taught me—to love myself. And I do. Unapologetically and without question, I love myself. Someone’s got to.
I’m currently entirely tongue-tied
Finally, Stevie’s blue-green eyes meets mine. “You following me?” I silently mouth across the bar to her. “You’re so fucked,” Maddison quietly reminds me.
Setting the drinks on the table, she takes the seat facing away from me, and instantly, like a magnet being pulled, I stand from my chair.
My own parents didn’t love the real me enough to stick around. Why would I expect anyone else to?
I haven’t been pictured with anyone since mid-November because that’s when Stevie commented on it while we were trick or treating for Ella. I haven’t slept with anyone since her, but I didn’t like her thinking I had. So, I decided to make it loud and clear that it’s been her and only her.
I want Stevie to be allowed to hang out with me. I want Stevie to want to hang out with me. I also really want to kiss her.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” My voice is as quiet as I can make it. “If you say anything, I will end you. Then I’ll marry your wife just to spite you, and your son will grow up calling me Daddy.”
“I don’t want anyone else, Stevie. There isn’t anyone else. Don’t you get it? You’re the only choice. You’ve been stuck in my fucking head since October. Ever since that day you decided to put me in my place on that airplane.”
“Because at this point, the risk of losing whatever this might be by not being myself with you is a lot scarier than showing you who I am. I like you, Vee, and I’m being completely honest and vulnerable here. I just want the chance for you to want me. The real me.”
“You’re my first choice, Vee. My only choice.” I brush her curls away from her freckled face. “Whether that’s in Chicago or any other city. It’s just you.”
“You’re welcome, Vee. Thanks for being my girlfriend.” She softly laughs, turning to sleep on her side. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s the best decision I ever made.” I stroke her cheekbone with my thumb as she starts to fade back to sleep. “Thank you for choosing me,” she adds in her sedated state. Her lashes flutter from my touch, hiding her blue-green eyes. Her full lips are slightly parted, and her freckled cheeks could not be more adorable. “It’s the best decision I ever made.”
Okay, I’m happy that my people like Stevie, but there’s no need for them to like her more than me.
“So, does everyone like my girlfriend more than me? Is that how this works?” “Yes,” Logan answers without hesitation.
“This is my favorite one, Stevie girl.” He allows me to spin the ring that’s lost all its shine. “Because it was yours, and you’re my favorite.”
and teams can’t talk to me while I’m in season.”
“Trust me from experience,” Maddison continues. “All of this”—he motions around the hotel room—“the fame, the money, the fans. None of this is worth it if she’s not a part of it.”