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“I don’t hate you, Valentine.” I nodded into his neck. “I don’t hate you either.”
I’d been so touch starved, so affection starved, kindness starved for so long that a simple hug felt like oxygen after struggling to breathe.
I let him hold me tight because apparently I needed that now. “God, emotions are so fucking terrible.”
I’d gone and fallen in love for the first time in my life. I was in love. So in love. With Marshall fucking Wise.
“Your dad’s gonna hate me.” “No he won’t. He’ll be surprised, let’s put it that way. But you’re not your father, and he’ll see that. He’ll get to know you, and . . . he’ll see how much I love you and then he can’t say shit.”
“I’ve never loved anything or anyone, and it scares the hell out of me but—” He shook his head. His voice was just a breath. “I love you too.”
“Good game,” Valentine said. I turned then, smiling, because I was a total goner. “Thanks.” “I was talking to Taka,” he said casually. “Though the way you fumbled the ball was outstanding.”
I’d give him exactly what he wanted, exactly how he wanted it. He was such a whore. He was my whore.
“You okay, bro?” Taka asked me quietly. “Oh, yeah. Him goading me like that? It’s like foreplay.” Taka almost choked on his beer. “And you both trying to flatten each other in the game today?” I nodded. “Yep. Foreplay.”
Valentine’s hands were still shaking, he took a step back, and he gasped for breath. “Can’t . . . I can’t . . .” Everyone was staring at him. His eyes met mine. “Marshall. Marshall . . .”
I don’t want to hide in your kitchen anymore.”
I hoped he had dental in his private health insurance because he was about to fucking need it.
Boyfriends With Benefits
I tilted my head. “Unless the incompetence wasn’t theirs? Did you make that call?” And that was it. The final straw that broke the camel’s back. He stood up, placed both hands on my desk, and glowered pure rage at me. Then he fired me. And I laughed.
Brooklyn groaned. “For the love of god you’re going to make me download Tinder.” I laughed and threaded my fingers with Marshall’s. “Don’t do it. Men are terrible.” He snorted and kissed the back of my hand again, not taking his eyes from mine. “They’re the absolute worst.”
We’ll take my car so people look. I want them to look. So they can see me hold your hand, and I don’t care who sees, Marshall. I want them to see.”
“All I’m hearing is reasons for you to move in with me.” “What . . . how? That’s quite a leap.” “Because if you lived here, your clothes would already be here and we’d be on our way to eating tacos instead of arguing about the definition of fancy.”
“Hm. You might wanna be careful, Marshall. I might start thinking you actually like me.” “Well, I don’t.” He shoved me out of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s go on a date.”
Husbands With Benefits
he never went to another Monday morning manager’s meeting.
“But don’t get any ideas. Just because I wanna spend forever with you and don’t hate you anymore doesn’t mean I like you or anything.” I laughed, so much in love. “Good, just because I said yes doesn’t mean I like you or anything either.”
