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“Remind them that you’re an orphan.” “Not all of us use the orphan card for everything.” “You totally should,”
“Wanna grab coffee after? Catch up?” He expects me to compose myself with just the two of us? Has he looked at himself in the mirror lately?
Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird. As many times as I repeat it in my head, I can’t ascertain whether it’s actually helping or not.
God. It’s unfair that his smile looks like that. Beards are supposed to be for woodsy types and old men.
Not that it’s kept me from noticing, because fuck have I noticed.
“No, he was brilliant. I think most brilliant people tend to be a little eccentric.” “Is eccentric a nice word for ‘kind of a dick’?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I would. I really would. “Brat,”
Sir you can't be saying things like that i might fall in love with you
When the fuck did I become so conscious of dimples?
“She seeing anyone now?” Jesus Christ. What the fuck, Ian? Jack arches an eyebrow. “Why?” “Just realized I forgot to ask her,” I say as casually as I can muster. “No big.”
yea no big
Dirty talk really is better in French, honestly.
EUC has ruined french people for me
“Brat,” he huffs. My stomach twists again. You have no right to be turned on by that, I tell my nether region. Down, girl.
“Says the pro hockey player,” I laugh. He rolls his eyes. “Hitting a puck doesn’t hold a candle to all this, Lila. Take the compliment, brat.”
“Because I’ve always seen you,” she says softly, so low I might almost miss it. “Always.”
“Those pictures I saw looked downright saucy,” Bella points out. I frown. “Who says saucy anymore?” “Me, motherfucker,” Bella says, blowing a raspberry. “Don’t deflect.”
It has always felt like Lila can sense what others need more than they know themselves.
“I . . . I told you that there’s no reason to be scared, because you have me now, and I wouldn’t let you sit alone.” “I know you met Jack when you walked me home, and I know that you became best friends and all that . . . but I . . . It always felt like you were mine first. I guess it still does.”
uhhmmm
You spend so much time making sure that everyone else is okay, you don’t take the time to make sure you’re okay. The world won’t end if you’re okay, Ian. You know that, right?”
shuckss
“What do you wear when you’re meeting your . . . Well, when you’re meeting the ex-wife?” “Something that accentuates your tits,” Theo says flippantly.
“Was it your intention to make sure I can’t focus on anything anyone is saying tonight when you put on that dress?”
“It absolutely is. Right, Ian?” “That’s it,” Ian huffs, pointing between Bella and me. “You two aren’t allowed to be friends.”
Expect the worst so you can’t ever be let down, right?” “That’s a horrible way to think,”
well life sucks
“If someone gets the one about Daniel Radcliffe’s delicious asshole,” Bella tells us, “I promise you that card will be an instant win for any of my rounds. Fucking gets me every time.” “I’m sorry,” I splutter. “What?”
yea same
with being here, with all of this—my past and my present colliding to make what is hopefully a better future—
“Jesus.” “My name,” I remind her. “You say my name.”
Told him I wanted to be alone for a bit.” “Do you want to be alone?” He immediately shakes his head. “Not from you.” “Okay,” I say with obvious relief. “So you saw, then.”
“It feels like it is. Sometimes. I mean, it feels like everything I touch ends up tainted somehow. I can’t seem to turn my fucking head without disappointing someone.”
“You really want to do this?” His hands settle at my hips, squeezing gently. “With me?” “Ian.” He shakes his head. “Right. Dream come true. I forgot. You’re obsessed with me.” “Shut up,”
I was too busy watching her as surreptitiously as I could—almost like my eyes gravitate toward her without my permission.
“Okay. Enough of this feelings shit. I’m going to go tell Rankin he was slower than your old ass.” “We’re the same age,” I call after him, already flouncing away from me. He flips me the bird over his shoulder. “Not in spirit!”
I can be away from her. Sometimes. I managed it just fine before.
It’s insane that it was only a few weeks ago that I asked her if she was going to ruin me. It’s even more insane that it only took a few weeks for her to thoroughly do so.
“All right, all right,” Logan laughs. “Enough with that cute shit. Some of us single people can’t take it.”
yea me
“Periods,” I correct. “Whatever,” she huffs. “You’ve spent the entire game watching Ian like he’s got a golden dick and shits saltwater taffy.” “Well, that’s utterly awful.” “But not incorrect,” Ava laughs.
“You won,” I tell him, beaming. “You’re supposed to be celebrating.” His smile makes my chest hurt, but his words make it feel like it’s too full. “You’re the only person I want to celebrate with.” “Yeah?” “Always.”
“Yeah,” he scoffs. “Fucker told me he wasn’t telling me anything until I talked to you first.” I can’t help but grin, and Jack rolls his eyes. “Fuck off. I can’t deal with the cutesy shit right now.” “Are you really mad?”
“Don’t blame Ian,” I say immediately. “He left it up to me to tell you.” “Of course he did,” Jack grumbles. “Noble bastard.”
“I’m going to need at least six months before I’m subjected to the two of you kissing in front of me.” “Two weeks,” I counter. “Three months.” “One month.” “Deal,” he grouses.
“I know,” he sighs. “He’s such a good friend. The dick.” “Speaking of—” “Not on your life,” Jack says, shoving me away. “As far as I’m concerned, you are both celibate and happier for it.”
“The way you make me feel . . .” I shake my head, laughing under my breath. “It’s like I spent my entire life blind until you walked back into it, and I finally saw you.”
bit too much...
“If I knew I was going to be accosted in my own home,” Jack grumbles, “I would not have given you the spare key to run off and fornicate on my couch.” Lila grins, pulling away from me, but just barely. “Do you hear something?” “Hm. I don’t think so.” “Oh, fuck you both very much,”
“Don’t you start with me, jackass,” he scoffs. “The only reason I’m not crushing your thick-ass skull with my cast is because you have bigger problems at the moment.” “Not because you love me?” “That’s debatable right now.” Jack points at Lila. “And you! We agreed one month before I was subjected to kissing.” “It isn’t my fault you walked in on us,” she laughs. “Right,” he snorts. “Heaven forbid I walk into my own apartment and not expect to see my brother tonguing my sister.” I make a face. “Please don’t say it like that ever again.”
Everything is silent for a handful of seconds, and then: “Oh shit,” Jack whispers. “Plot twist.”
this is me i am him
“Sorry,” Abby says again, wiping her eyes as she looks around the room sheepishly. “None of you signed up for this shit today.” “You’re fine,” Jack tells her, waving her off. “Our parents are totally dead. We get it.” I throw a pillow at him. “Jack!” “What?” He ducks out of the way, looking genuinely confused by my outburst, which, of course he does. “I was commiserating!”
i love him
“Yeah,” Jack huffs. “It’s a whole gross thing.” “Don’t be jealous, babe,” Ian calls, moving toward him. “I can give you kisses, too, if it helps.” “Get the fuck out of my apartment before I bash your knees in,” Jack grumbles.
“I mean, he’s always been a bit of a closet softy,” I point out. Jack scoffs. “Tell that to my hips after a day of drills.” “That sounded entirely too sexual to be in reference to your coach.” Jack snickers. “Coach wouldn’t know what to do with me.”
Same goes for my idiot brother, but I would totally understand if you don’t want to capitalize on that one.” “Is he always . . . ?” “Unhinged? Yes. But it grows on you.”
“Your little whore’s too.” “Sir,” Jack chimes in, choosing that moment to join the fray. “I realize that I have only one arm right now, but I will one thousand percent shove my foot up your ass if you even look at my sister again.”
period.
‘Strength isn’t measured by how quickly we pick ourselves up after we’ve fallen . . . A person’s strength is determined by their willingness to keep going once they’re back on two feet.’ ”
“I love you too,” I murmur into his mouth. “Just in case that wasn’t obvious.” “Oh, I know. Practically obsessed with me, remember?” “Completely obsessed,” I answer without a hint of shame.
