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She thinks it’s bitterly unfair that they share a profession, when he has that face.
Helen thinks she might be allergic to this room.
Mind over matter.
“Fuck me, I love a good sandwich,”
“Babe, you have to get better at detecting your own bullshit,” Suraya laughs.
I know I’m the wrong person to say all this, and mine is the last opinion you care about, but I think you should know, I . . . I admire the shit out of you. As a person.”
“And finally—while we’re together,” he murmurs, his lips skimming her stomach, “I don’t want to talk about how it’s going to end. I’d rather not waste the time I have.”
She stares back into his eyes and thinks she’s so close to falling into them, she might have already done it.
This is what it would feel like to love Grant Shepard, she thinks, and it aches.
He’s so in love with her it hurts.
“It was a slow fall but a pretty permanent crash, Helen,”
“I would have fallen in love with you sooner, if you’d let me,” he says, and lifts her chin so he can watch her hear it.
Grant chuckles and she thinks, I would keep this feeling, if I could.
She lets out a shaky sigh as it evolves into a slow kiss—it feels like the first real breath she’s taken since their last kiss.
“You could keep me your dirty little secret, come to me tasting like other men, I’d still take you back every fucking time,” he says, a muscle ticking violently in his jaw. “I’d rather have a fraction of you than all of someone else.”
I don’t hate you, she wants to say. I just hate the way you love me.
“I’ll never truly be happy. I know as soon as I have the thing I want, there’ll be something just . . . peeking into view over there, that I want just as desperately.”
He wants to hold on to this hurt and wrap it in plastic and store it somewhere safe, because it’s probably all he’ll ever have left of her.
