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All things considered, her little sister’s funeral is a pretty boring affair.
Travel is a way of turning the page,
The fact that she’s thinking about Grant Fucking Shepard tonight seems like a cruel prank of the universe—that even from beyond the grave, little sisters have a talent for inserting themselves into places where they weren’t invited.
You’re too good-looking to be a writer, Helen immediately wants to say out loud. You didn’t have an awkward teen phase that forced you to develop a rich interior life to compensate.
Helen tries to remind herself that her least favorite thing about herself is how much she cares about what other people think. And that they probably aren’t thinking about her anyway.
Maybe being bad at things in front of other people is the secret glue of friendship.
“Some people just bring out the wrong colors in each other,”
“You and your obsession with second kisses,” Eve laughs. She’s referencing a conversation they had a few days ago, when Helen had insisted the first kiss is just an icebreaker. “They’re a bigger deal than first kisses!” Helen says. “They turn something that could be a one-off into something that could be significant.”
“Is this hot to women?” Tom asks. “Yes!” Helen, Nicole, Eve, and Saskia shout at him. “In fiction, babe,” Eve says, patting his arm. “In real life, I much prefer a nice boy who can cook a mean lasagna.”
The words had slipped out innocently enough, but she may as well have just said, Please will you fuck me so hard we both forget our names?
“I don’t like surprises,” he says. “If you have a destination or an expiration date in mind, I’d rather know now.”
“Helen,” he says firmly. “If you come in here, I’m gonna fuck you on my bed until you forget your name, my name, and whatever very smart and important questions you have brewing in that beautiful head of yours because you can’t think straight from how many times I’ve made you come. So if you don’t want that, you should stay . . . put.”
He snorts at that. “So like any relationship, then.” “This isn’t a relationship.” Grant lifts a brow. “We’re negotiating the terms of how and when I get to fuck you,” he says. “I would say there’s some kind of relationship here.”
“Nicole and Saskia know we’re . . . something. I think maybe they suspected before I said anything,” she says. He lifts a shoulder. “Considering I’ve been staring at you like a teenager with a crush for weeks, that’s not surprising.”
Grant remembers discovering he had a terrible new power that day in the pizza shop. That he could get away with killing someone and everyone would still treat him the same as always, as if he hadn’t done it at all.
“It was a slow fall but a pretty permanent crash, Helen,” he says, and he can’t help the acid note in his voice. “I’m in love with you.”
“I’d rather have a fraction of you than all of someone else.”
