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The amount of dopamine that this guy’s brain makes daily is probably my annual sum total.
Carefully, he unhooks my cane off the bar ledge and, bowing with a flourish, tips it toward me. “Your scepter, my liege.”
She gives me a rare smile, and the dimple pops out. God help me, not the dimple right now.
when my immune system and autistic brain sabotage me, I have my trump card: cannabis,
His smile stays but he looks . . . Is it shy? Nervous? God, what I’d give to better read faces.
Real
“Zounds!” Ren leans and picks it up. “Did you just swear in Shakespeare—” “Let’s move on and pretend I didn’t do that.”
I love Ren and his Shakespeare obsession… I just really don’t get it
Have you ever started out crying for one thing and found yourself crying for so much more by the time you really get going?
She’s not crying anymore, which has significantly improved my ability to breathe properly
Great. Just great. The woman who’s about to be a guest in my house and for whom I harbor unrequited, inappropriately love-like feelings also speaks a sexy Romance language.
“Lord help me,” Annie says. “He smiles while reading.”
And she’s right, he is precious
Lorena’s the worst offender, though. I’m sending a Chippendale dancer to her office hours. That’ll teach her.
I pull out my phone and open the brothers’ group text. They’re not going to believe this.
This is SO cute. He must tell the bros about the kiss IMMEDIATE
“How ya doing, there, fresterska?” “What did you call me?” she squeaks. “You’re not the only one who speaks another language.”
Oh I am GIGGLING HEHEHEHEHE
“Ren,” I whisper hoarsely. “Is that your—” “Yes.” “Poking my—” “Yes.” He clears his throat. “And he’s very sorry for being so assertive.”
Fair point, subconscious.
“Mammering rough-hewn eunuch,” I mutter.
Shakespearean chirping on the ice is maybe the funniest hockey moment in any hockey book
It will at least buy me the few precious seconds it will take to walk through your house and get in the van. And I’m going to do that. Because I am a coward.”
Hey at least he’s honest
“Well, I don’t know what the kids are doing these days.” “The kids? Ren, I’m older than you.”
Guh.
She gets it
“Søren.” Ziggy sucks in a breath, glancing between us. “She calls you Søren? Holy—”
Heheheh
“Søren—” The room goes silent. “What did you just call him?”
I feel like his hatred of his full name wasn’t built up enough for this to really hit like it should but I do still love these moments
“You got ahead of me,” he says quietly. “Trying to do a dip before I’ve even asked you to dance.”
“Stop perceiving me.”
“Pazza!” he yells, eyes wide. “I have to tell her!”
Gotta debrief with the dog
