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“Jesus, the way you look at him…” Frankie mutters. “I wish someone would look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like they wanna fight me and fuck me at the same time.”
“They make me feel nothing, okay? Not doing them makes me feel it all. All the pain and the guilt and the fucking misery. I’m sober because I deserve it. Because it hurts more.”
He finds the chain around my neck, just like I knew he would, then freezes, staring at the ring resting on the center of his chest—his ring. The ring with my jersey number on it.
I told myself I only did that because she reminded me of Katy, but that’s not exactly true. She reminded me of Xavi more.
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” I whisper, possessively grazing my thumb over the hickey beneath his ear. “You look like mine.” “Don’t,” he pleads, and I cock my head, watching him look up at me with sad eyes and a fragile heart. “Don’t make me fall for you.”
He’s just as addictive as any drug I’ve ever taken, just as destructive and dangerous to my health. He fills every corner of my mind until all I can think about is getting him inside me again.
“So, what, you just let him chew you up and spit you back out whenever he feels like it? Like you’re his bitch?”
Basically
At one second to midnight, he blows his candle out, and at one second past midnight, I blow mine out, signaling the end of Katy’s birthday and the beginning of mine.
Ugh my heart
I licked it so it’s mine. Smiling a little, I toss the picture back into the box and gently set the lid on top. “Too bad, little sister,” I whisper. “He’s mine now.”
He’s doing it all blind. Fuck. There’s something wrong with my heart.
Mine too 🥺
“I want to mean something to you,” I admit. “Anything. I want you to remember me after you decide you’re done with me and kick me out of your life for good. I wanna ruin you so bad that it’s me you’ll think about every time you’re fucking the person you really wanna be with.”
“Baby, he’s balls deep in love with you and he hates you for it. That’s why he’s treating you like shit. That’s probably why he’s always treated you like shit.”
She knew. She always fucking knew.
Barely hesitating, I take the chain off and open the clasp before I drop the ring into my palm. Taking his right hand, I slide it onto his middle finger where he used to wear it.
