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CHAPTER 15 JUSTIN
ok THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER ** Chefs Kiss **
“You’re like a docking station for small vulnerable dependents.” “Well, we all need a job.” She laughed.
I laughed toooo.
The air was perfect. One of those nights where you couldn’t even feel it on your skin.
perfect nights
“Next time…” in a quiet voice that made my stomach do summersaults.
felt my face soften. They got this. They understood what this was like for me.
aww this friendship is going to make me cry.
I’d be leaving it behind. So somewhere it could thrive without me.
stopppppppppp this hurtssss
“This is George Cooney.”
aww a little king trash mouth
“Now, you just tuck that little trash panda into your cleavage. Quiets him right down.”
“Are we even sure this is safe?”
“If they’re not safe, why are they cute, Justin?” Emma said.
“It’s the forbidden puppy,...
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I liked the idea of Justin talking about me to her, I realized. Of him talking about me to anyone. Being important enough to come up in conversation. And then I realized that I’d actually feel hurt if I wasn’t.
had the gift of extreme empathy paired with detachment. I could deeply understand someone and anticipate their needs, but also never get close enough to them to feel it when they passed away or suffered or I moved on.
“Just admit you’re obsessed with me, you don’t have to plant things in my stuff for excuses to come see me.”
he tipped his head down and kissed me. A warm, long soft press of his lips to mine. I melted. My legs lost their bones.
“That must have been some kiss if you keep thinking about it,”
I’d played it over in my head a thousand times.
I kept thinking about it because the way he’d grabbed me and kissed me felt like he’d been waiting all day for a chance to do it.
“Funny she brought him lunch and didn’t think to make any for you.”
Maybe it was unfair to expect more from Mom. I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, capable of making my own lunch. She didn’t have to do that for me.
its not about the lunch sweety.
He lifted a bag onto the counter with his free hand. “I made you lunch. Wanted to surprise you,”
why am i crying in the club rn
I was in a Justin deficit, and I hadn’t even realized it until just now.
When I got home from work that night, all I wanted to do was talk to Justin.
Sarah won’t eat anything I cook. She’s pickier than Chelsea. She won’t even try it.” “I’d eat your dinners.” “Come over,” he said without skipping a beat. “It’s ten o’clock at night,” I said.
The breath in my lungs stilled.
Girl me too!!!
Maybe because her truth was hers, and mine was mine and I missed her and deserved to say it out loud.
I really would have followed her to the ends of the earth.
I’d hoped the distance would make it easier to let her go. But it hadn’t. It just made me miss her more.
This impractical, crappy, lonely island that I was growing to hate.
It was about love. I was falling in love.
“I like you more than like.”
“I like you more than like too,”
It was Maddy. “What in the hand, foot, and mouth is this?”
“You’re not asking too much,” he said. “You were just asking the wrong person. Ask me instead.”
my complex PTSD
ok now you're just copying me
“I would stay forever if you asked me,” I whispered. “Then stay.” I broke in half.
sweet like bubblegum
