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You should only ever have one love of your life. Yourself. And, perhaps, a dog.
“Cat got your tongue?” More like I’m pussying out after getting caught.
Up until now, I might’ve saved Tabitha if we were ever in a Mufasa-and-Scar situation. I made a mental note not to.
“My wet dream is to have him fire me.” Astonishingly, I found myself wanting to be part of her wet dreams.
There was nothing more dangerous in this world than a smart woman.
“Wow, you’re a jerk.” She pivoted, stalking out of the bathroom. And you’re mine. I’d make sure of it.
She deserved the fucking world, and I hoped one day someone gave it to her. Even if the thought that it wouldn’t be from me made it hard to breathe.
“Did we just become best friends?” “I believe so.” Dal whipped her phone out. “I’ll get us T. Swift tickets.” Farrow wiggled her brows. “I’ll make us friendship bracelets. Favorite colors?” “Purple and green.”
“Laugh again,” I ordered. Her delicate brows crashed together. “Make me, then.” “Impossible. I have no sense of humor.” “Develop one.”
“Why do you need me to laugh, anyway?” Because I felt something inside my chest, and I am desperate to feel it again.
Laughter spilled from her mouth. It hit me straight in the chest. Again. Like an adrenaline shot directly to the heart.
“I do. I like your sense of humor. If I ever develop one, it would look something like yours.”
She seemed completely content avoiding me, while I was on the verge of clawing my own skin off. Why weren’t we talking? Teasing each other? Touching each other?
And then she did something completely terrible. She smiled. She smiled, and I felt it everywhere in my body.
He’d waited until I was one step away from the kitchen before calling me upstairs? What a prick.
I wonder what those eyes look like when they’re in love.
“I figured I’d make you a sample platter with all the stuff worthy of eating. I took it upon myself to test everything first. True friend, or what?”
We laughed and twirled, like two kids playing make-believe.
Beside me, Zach tensed, his expression morphing into granite. His pinky touched mine.
His. Pinky. Touched. Mine. And that was enough to ignite the entire world into flames.
You’re fine. You can’t mourn what you’ve never lost. He was never yours, Farrow. But he’d started to feel like mine.
“You don’t actually like her, do you?” No, I don’t like her. I more than like her. I’m tragically obsessed with her.
“You always take care of me.” “Yet, you ran away.” “Bitch, I drove. Under the speed limit, too. Don’t give yourself so much credit.”
“Do you think of me as the sun?” No. You’re the entire fucking universe. And I hate that most about you.
My fingers trembled. I almost stepped back with how overwhelmed the options made me. This is happening. It is happening, and I don’t want it to end.
There’d be nothing to worry about for her. Her heart wouldn’t break. But mine?
“What do you want, Zach?” I want to soak in your warmth just a little longer, so when I return to my cold, numbing life, I don’t freeze over.
“You’re my shot at normalcy. I’m fully invested in your life until I discard you.” “Extremely romantic.”
For me, Zachary Sun would break all his rules. But for him, I’d break my own heart.
He feared touching, so I vowed to let him do all of it.
“More of whatever you’re willing to give.” “I’m starting to realize I’m willing to give almost all I have.”
“Promise not to judge?” The one who needs judgment is me. Much to my horror, you could set the entire world aflame and I’d hold your fucking earrings and cheer you on from the sidelines. “Pinky promise.”
“Tell me something interesting about the octopus.” I didn’t have to think hard. I’d stored these fun facts in my brain especially for her, because I knew she liked them.
“You remind me that I’m human. That I can, in fact, be destroyed by a simple touch. I should banish you, Fae.” “Why?” “You make me want to enjoy my life, not just survive it.”
“Mine. You will always be mine, you hear me?”
“And if I can’t live without you?” “You did for thirty-three years.” “That was before. And it was hardly living.”
I fell in love with him like the snow. The more I fell, the colder it became.
Nothing said rock bottom more than crying over a girl less than eight hours after she’d left.
Chill the fuck out, Zach. It’s just thirty days. You survived thirty-three years without Farrow. But did I?
The man’s idea of seduction is calling a woman an octopus.
“Did you think I meant a nightclub?” “No one refers to Costco when they say club.”
“Are you sick, Zachary?” I’m not sick, I thought wretchedly. Just in love.
One day, you’ll learn to appreciate beautiful things. “I did, Dad. Her name is Farrow.”
“You really want to marry this bad, huh?” Farrow scrunches her nose. “Look a little desperate to me.”
