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Did he actually climb up the house in the middle of the night? And how did he know I was here, and which room was mine? How bizarre. How stalkery. How romantic.
“Why do you keep coming back here?” he suddenly asks, and I get the feeling it’s been on his mind. Because you’re my prince. You just don’t know it yet.
I like it here in the woods. With you. I like hearing you talk. When you do. I like looking at your arms. I like how blue your eyes are. I like how it feels when you look at me. And I wanted to see if you would smile.”
“It’s so cozy and warm. I thought I would be scared or feel cramped, but I’m not and I don’t. I feel like I’d never want to leave.”
“But are you happy? Because you don’t seem very happy to me.” Me? Happy? “I kinda forgot about being happy and just wanted to find peace. But… I’m happy when you’re here with me. You wanted to make me smile, and you do. That’s not an easy feat.”
And now I wish I was a blanket, my every fiber being slid over her body, taking in her warmth and curves, comforting her…
“This house… this is my only happy place,” I confess. “And it can be yours now, too.” Nodding sleepily, she pulls the blanket up to her chin and leans her head back against the chair. “I need a happy place so bad, Ty. I love how soft and warm this is… It’s like magic.” Her eyes drift closed. “It makes me feel like you do… safe and weirdly good.”
You’re a good person. You saved and kept Poppy. You took care of Boomer and kept him. You taught me how to drive. You gave me a phone and soft blankets. You’re my best friend. Every day you take care of me, you let me see Poppy, you make sure I’m safe, you make me feel special.”
No matter how much I want Holly, no matter how much I live just to see her smile… she’s not mine, and she’s never going to be, even though I want nothing more than for her to be mine and to play out all my fantasies and dreams with her.
“No way. I’m not leaving until we talk about this. And I’m not going to sit in the dark with my own brother.” “There’s nothing to talk about. You’re a whore, and I’m an ugly psycho. The end.”
WTF!!!!! WTF!!!!! 😳😳🤯🤯🤯😲😲
“No way. I’m not leaving until we talk about this. And I’m not going to sit in the dark with my own brother.” “There’s nothing to talk about. You’re a whore, and I’m an ugly psycho. The end.”
WTF!!!!! WTF!!!!! 😳😳🤯🤯🤯😲😲
“Trust me. Nobody wants to be with me.” “I think that’s bullshit in your own head. Look at you. You have a great body, your tattoos are awesome, and girls love that messy hair. And you ride a loud bike, that’s another turn-on for a lot of women.”
“Everything about you is driving me crazy. Your perfume, your voice, the shape of your lips, how you make me smile, how you look cute and innocent one minute, and all sexy as hell the next.”
“Because ever since I kissed you, I’m out of my friggin’ head thinking about what your skin feels like. What you taste like, and how it would feel to have your thighs wrapped around my fucked-up head. Because I don’t want you to move five fucking hours away from me. That’s why.”
You deserve better. You need better.” “I don’t. I need you.”
“Your heart is like a little hummingbird,” he breathes. “It was beating like this the day I found you…” He kisses the valley at the center of my chest, his tongue slowly sending a warm shiver up my spine. “I could feel it against my chest. It made me want to hold on to you forever.”
I’ll be happy knowing she’s happy. I’ll hang on to every moment, every memory, every touch, every kiss. I’ll remember how it felt to be so unconditionally wanted, loved, and accepted.
People don’t understand when they ask me what I want in life and I answer that I just want to feel safe, warm, and loved. To see the sky every day. I don’t want money. I don’t want things. I don’t want fancy clothes or cars. I want my prince, with his beautiful blue eyes and his crooked smile and his messy hair and his scarred-up inked arms, his crazy grinning fox, my fuzzy white dog, long walks in the forest, Christmas trees, and kisses that take my breath away.
Holly, I’m not a prince. I don’t have a white horse. But I have a bike. And a ring. And a new house in the woods, in a town where nobody knows us. I’ll start to go out. With you. I promise. I have Poppy and Boomer. I’m a good weird. I have all the love in the world for you. We can fill in the words together. Meet me outside, and I’ll take you to our happily-ever-after. Love always, Ty
