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An idea hits me. Hazel’s right—if I show up and demand my job back, he’ll think I’m a psycho. If I show up with cupcakes, though, I’ll just be reinforcing what a great assistant I’d be. No one calls the police on someone who brings cupcakes.
That is the worst idea ever but ig it's needed for the plot?
You nailed it, songbird. You did everything right. You’re tough as nails deep down, I know it.”
“You said even back then. That means you thought I was gorgeous then, and you think I’m gorgeous now.”
“I thought you were gorgeous, too,” he murmurs, looking at me in a way that makes me feel like I can’t breathe. “Even back then.”
“The ultimate revenge would be fucking you.”
“How can anyone ever say yes to you if you say no to yourself first?”
We pass the guitar store, and a sigh slips out of me as my gaze lands on my dream guitar. I pause as I admire it.
It's so obvious that he'll get it for her
“I have feelings for you, songbird.” My heart pounds, and the rest of the bar falls away. “I like you so fucking much. I don’t want to pretend I don’t anymore.
“I love you.” My words are a quiet murmur as I watch her reaction, and my heart slams against the front wall of my chest. I’ve never said those words to a girl. I’ve never felt this way, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying. “I love you so fucking much, Pippa. I’m in love with you. I want everything with you.”
