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Not fucking dimples. Those should be illegal. Or at least require some sort of warning before flashing them at people.
I am a firm believer that if you pass them while you’re driving, you’re legally obligated to point at them and say “Cows!”
It was like the air knew it was just the two of us now, because it started to hum.
Weston the kind cowboy grabbed this jacket out of the coat closet as we walked out the door because he didn’t want me to be cold.
The mountains are calling and I must go?
“I see you, Ada. I always see you, even when you won’t look at me.”
And when I snorted a little, Weston hit the dashboard with one of his hands and threw his head back and laughed some more. This was so fucking stupid, but I couldn’t stop. We couldn’t stop. I thought back to that night at the bar, how he made me smile, and how he’d made me smile every day since—even when I wasn’t kind to him.
He was like the sun. No matter what, he would keep coming up.
he was so gentle—so comforting. He talked to me the way people talk to plants when they want them to grow.
Weston started humming along to the music, and I kept driving, trying not to get distracted by the suns—the one in the sky and the one sitting next to me—bathing everything I could see in light.
It wasn’t his words that got me—it was his eyes. From the first time he looked at me until now, I felt Weston Ryder saw me, no matter how hard I tried to hide.
For years, I had desperately wanted someone to just…be…with me. To sit next to me while the power was out and weather the storm together.
When he saw me, his dimples appeared with a big smile, and he made a show of bringing his fist up to his mouth and biting his index finger, as if looking at me frustrated him—not in a bad way, but in a way that showed me how much he wanted me.
At his core, Weston Ryder was gentle, and I thought that was the best thing that a man could be.
“When I woke up and he was gone, I felt relieved. I was deeply sad afterward, but not because I was grieving the relationship. I was grieving all of the parts of myself that I lost or gave up in the name of comfort because I would rather have been comfortable than happy. I chose to prioritize my false sense of security instead of me.”
“You say you’re not nice, or warm, or bright, or any of these other stupid fucking words that people use to describe the sun, but I never asked you to be the sun.” I rolled my eyes, trying to move them in a way that would stop the tears from falling. “I would rather have the moon anyway.” I scoffed at him then. Acting like he was being ridiculous was my only defense mechanism. “I’m the moon?” I asked sarcastically. “You’re the moon,” he said. “And I’m the tides. You pull me in without even trying, and I come to you willingly. I always will.”
“I love you,” and as soon as the words left my mouth, I felt shock color my features. Wes’s dimples grew and his green eyes glittered. “I wanted to say that first,” he said. “You didn’t have to say it.” I shrugged. “You showed me.”
“I love you, Ada. I’ll keep showing you, but I needed to tell you too.”
He saw me for exactly who I was, and he loved me because of it, not in spite of it.
