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Every time he gets close to me, I take off.
“Last month, my dad told me he was filing for divorce.”
“Yeah. After Dom and I got engaged, I had a long conversation with him about all the terrible shit his wife has said and done over the years,
“Don’t tempt me. Because you know I’ll pull up.”
I can dump my stress in a place that’s actually equipped to hold it.
“Then it stands to reason that she wouldn’t be angry or upset at you for making the decision to put yourself first.
jasmine and sugared vanilla
I’m now opening to reveal the thin gold chain holding a princess-cut diamond pendant
I’ll add to it regularly, but I promise, I won’t take anything out of it again.”
I hug her back, finding that, despite being confused by her sudden appearance, I’m actually happy to see her.
“Maybe in another life, I could have been. I’m just here with a friend.” “Oh.”
He just wants me. At my best, at my worst, and everything in between.
“How do you do that, princess? Make everyone love you within moments of meeting you?”
It was like I could see the light inside of you, even through all the pain and hidden secrets trying to obscure it from my view, I could see it, and I wanted it. I wanted you.”
“Then I’ll lick the fucking seat clean, princess,” he growls.
In a bed he sleeps in every night, wrapped in sheets that smell like him.
The voice in my head reminds me in a nasty, snicker of a tone that threatens to sour my good mood.
I have to take everything—the things he says and does and every beautiful moment we have together—with a grain of salt.
“Can you promise me that you won’t freak out and run once I show you this?”
then that only left one possible label for the one he’s currently leading me to.
The way Chris just caters to her and thinks of her needs
My mouth drops open as Chris turns to face me, leaning against the small island in the center of the room—which I know from years of working with Sloane is meant to hold jewelry
“Wow.” It’s the only thing I can say because I’m awe-struck,
Every time we take a step forward, Mallory laces up her running shoes and sprints a mile back.
in the swirl of her uncertainty, in the middle of the storm
“I don’t want to furnish the house, Chris. And I don’t want you buying my mom furniture, taking us to run errands, buying me jewelry, or making promises you can’t keep.
Safe from hopes that only exist to be dashed, from dreams made to be crushed.
he drops down to his knees and begins washing my legs and feet. It’s a worshipful act full of reverence and love that makes my chest tight,
No, she evaporated into thin air. Unanswered texts and phone calls. Ignored knocks on her door. Convenient excuses delivered by Sloane to explain why she wasn’t anywhere I was.
For the first time, I have a glimpse into what it was like for her when I left.
I know now that’s what I did to her. Not once, but twice.
am dead, and only her love can revive me.
“Whatever you say, grump lump.”
Chris, who usually jumps at the opportunity to help with things like this, remains at the table, his jaw tight.
The moment he reaches me, he sinks to his knees, both of his hands going to my waist, his tear soaked face buried in my stomach.
“I love you,” I repeat, voice stronger, more sure. “And I want this. I want us. I want our forever.”
“You’ve had a key to the front and back door since the first night you slept over.”
“Move in with me,” he says, breaking the silence.
She could have asked me to meet her on the moon, and I’d still be up out of my seat, grabbing my keys and heading out the door.
“Because I thought that Michelle might be the answer to our Reese Johnson problem.”
You’ve never gone up against him with me by your side, and I don’t lose, Chris.”
“Why am I dressed like a member of Destiny’s Child in the Survivor video?”
before they say something that will make me have to bleach my eyeballs.
One day soon, Mallory Kent is going to be my wife, and I am so fucking happy about that.
“Christopher,” the woman says,
“What have you done?”
“Celeste Walker,” she says my mother’s name like it doesn’t belong in her mouth.
there’s no possible way that this person in front of me is my mother.
I knew IT
“I know that’s what your father wants you to believe, sweetheart.”
“Because he also helped me escape. In May of 2017,
“You saved me, Christopher, and you didn’t even know it.
