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Wow. Mr. Personality, right here. I swallow with difficulty. He’s so bossy. A shiver rolls over me, and my skin tingles. I bet he’s bossy in bed, too.
Girl, no.
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“He won’t call the police.” I picture him physically removing me from his home, throwing me over his shoulder. A weird twinge hits me between the legs. Oh. I like that idea.
Oh for fuck's sake.
I think he thought it was his fault that I couldn’t get there.
It was.
that fucking Zach Hanson guy she dated in high school
Lmao didn't notice this the first time. Did Hanson not hit Canada or something?
“You can’t be crying in public,” I tell her. Again, my voice comes out sharp and stern. Jackass. “It’s unprofessional. You’ll move in tomorrow.”
I mean. I guess at least you *know* you're an asshole.
Irritation rises in my gut. Irritation and something else, something angrier. I hate that she pretends she’s fine when she’s not. She’s always been like that. We never, ever talked about her depression or anxiety when I was growing up.
I mean. She's your mom. She's not supposed to treat you like her therapist.
Guilt squeezes my lungs. That’s why I don’t do relationships anymore. Because Erin wanted so much more than I was able to give her. Because it was casual for me, and I broke her fucking heart and blew up her life. She was so traumatized, she left a promising career.
Wow. Full of yourself much?
My mind drifts to Erin and her devastated expression when she realized I wasn’t ready for more. I hurt her so badly she left her whole career.
Seriously, man. No one leaves a career they love because their boyfriend--who doesn't even work with them--breaks up with them.
She probably thinks I’m a toxic asshole.
You are.
On my phone, I search for a sex toy I’ve heard about. My pulse beats in my ears and I’m rock hard as I put the toy in my cart, address it to Pippa at the apartment, and pay for it.
Bro.
pretty assistant
I never want to read this phrase again.
Jamie kisses like he’s mad at me. His mouth moves with urgency, demanding and rough and desperate, like he’s pouring every ounce of frustration back into me. I love it.
This is not a good thing.
“Congratulations. You now seem like the kind of guy who owns a really expensive sex doll.”
Lmao
Jamie leans down. “You’re mine,” he murmurs in my ear, crooking his fingers toward my navel to rub against my G-spot.
This is only hot when the guy isn't a massive douche.
My mom shrugs, nonchalant. “Why don’t you go visit Pippa? Silver Falls is lovely, honey, and I bet she’d love to show you around her hometown.”
There was literally an entire conversation between Pippa and the mom about how Pippa's from Vancouver.
Miller’s mom lives a few minutes from here, and I’m certain he’s spending the holiday there.
You were best friends and you didn't realise he never saw his mom?
As Jamie and I thank her and say goodbye, she leans in. “Undergarments will be included with the dress.” She winks conspiratorially, and I give her a funny smile. Miranda’s lovely, but I’m not sure if I want her to buy me underwear.
It's so cute that you think the designer will be picking you up a pack of bikini briefs.
Chaos breaks out around us. Fists fly as players let the pressure off, clutching each other’s jerseys as they land punches.
Um. Excuse me. Hockey players go hug a buddy when a fight breaks out.
Jamie clears his throat. “We go to Hazel’s hot yoga classes on Sundays,” he tells Rory.
And yet when Rory shows up in the next book it's a massive deal that impresses all the other instructors and staff.
“Me neither,” I tell her, swallowing.
Um. You thought your girlfriend was pregnant when you were 19. Clearly you have in fact skipped the condom at least once. Breakage should have been covered in the backstory.
My mind reels as I white-knuckle the steering wheel. She’s better. She has a therapist, and she was looking into medication. She hasn’t had a panic attack since that night that Pippa and I went over. We’re past this.
It's not really something that goes away, bro.
