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Emmy and I don’t have that much in common, but like me, Emmy has ADHD.
ADHD representation!! we love to see it!!!
When I showed up in her driveway earlier today, I had my entire life in my truck. She didn’t even bat an eye. She didn’t ask about the apartment, the boyfriend, or the career I had left behind. She just fed me cheese and Diet Coke and let me sulk on her couch for a few hours. Then, she clapped her hands together, her signal that we were moving on, and told me to go find something in her closet to wear because we were going out.
how sweet :,)
He gave my waist a small squeeze. I didn’t hate it.
waist squeezes and waist grabs are killer to me 😩😩😩
I tripped over my boots and ran into something hard. A chest. A man’s chest. The man chest. I looked up at its owner, who had a shit-eating smirk on his face. It was him. Luke Brooks.
wish I could insert a gif of the devious emoji rubbing his hands and licking its mouth
I was a grown man who generally enjoyed looking at beautiful women. I just hadn’t seen one in a while. At least, not one this beautiful.
Since when did the youngest Ryder have any sort of effect on me? Since now, apparently. That was fucking annoying.
ugh the beginning of liking someone, I remember the stage of hating that you like someone
He always thought Teddy was too much—too loud, too vulgar, and too much trouble.
maybe she isn’t the cup of tea that he needs to be drinking???
Not because I was jealous. I wasn’t fucking jealous.
I felt Brooks’s hands grip the tops of my arms to steady me after running square into his chest, which felt like hitting a brick wall. It was hard. Was he benching cars or something?
LMAOOOOO
It didn’t matter how old I was–when Brooks was involved, I was thirteen years old again, watching an eighteen-year-old him bale hay without a shirt.
He hadn’t changed much over the past few years. If anything, he’d just gotten more handsome, which irritated me more than I already was.
If his ego were a physical thing, it would be bigger than the entire state of Wyoming. Probably Colorado and Utah, too.
“And your family is my family, Emmy, so even if you weren’t in my bar, you would be my business. You’ve always been my business, and you’ll always be my business.”
Emmy, with her messy hair and fucking bedsheet skirt, left my bar last night with Kenny Wyatt. Images of her throwing her head back and laughing at his jokes ran through my mind like a highlight reel. Wyatt was not that fucking funny.
lmaoooo “Wyatt was not that fucking funny”
Wyatt snaked his skinny arm around her waist,
he’s dissing this dude so hard 😭😭😭
Be cool, Brooks. You didn’t do anything. You just eye-fucked his sister. That’s fine. Everything’s fine.
“One more thing,” Gus said. “Keep an eye on Emmy until I get home, okay?”
OH HO HO HO HO *RUBBING HANDS AND MISCHIEVOUS GRIN*
“Speaking of the t-shirt mutilator, does he really own The Devil’s Boot?” “Why are you so adamantly against his love for the muscle tee?” Gus asked. “It’s not the muscle tee itself, but the man in the muscle tee who cuts them so aggressively.” I didn’t want to see Luke Brooks’s nipples.
Luke Brooks wears muscle tees and cuts them himself??? ew.
Wes was the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Unlike Gus and I, he’d gotten my mom’s features. Instead of dark hair, his was sandy. His green eyes were lighter than ours, and he also had two huge dimples that were often on display.
*pushes hair behind the ear*
Taking care of others was what made Weston Ryder happy, and he never expected anything in return. He didn’t even think about it.
*plays with hair aggressively*
“You didn’t ask me why I came home.” “I don’t care why you’re here, only that you are.”
“Hey, Emmy,” he called. I shot him some finger guns. I wish I were joking.
girl…
I looked at Emmy again. Everything I’d felt about her last night was still there. I still thought she was beautiful. I still wondered what she’d look like wrapped up in my bed sheets. I was still pissed that she left with Wyatt, and I still wished she’d left with me instead.
Even though I knew Emmy, I didn’t know Emmy or what her life was like now. But I wanted to.
“Books. Have you ever read one?” “Funny.” “Sorry, I know not knowing how to read is a tough subject for you.”
I might as well have gotten on my knees and begged for her to let me stay a little bit longer. Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me?
Luke. She called me Luke. She was bleeding out before my eyes and being a smart ass when she said it, but I liked the way it sounded on her lips.
I kept my hands on her face longer than I should’ve, soaking up what it felt like to be close to her.
I watched her swallow. The way her throat worked made me want to grab her by it and pull her lips to mine.
Fuck. I wanted to kiss her. And from the way she was looking at me, I think she wanted to kiss me back. I knew what it looked like when a woman wanted that, but god damn, this wasn’t just any woman. This was Emmy.
a lot of dill pickle potato chips,
🤢🤢🤢
“It’s hard to explain but there was an injury and adrenaline and his biceps are just so…you know, and his face isn’t bad either and—”
BICEPSSS
Teddy and Gus both looked at me, remembering I was there. When they got like this, they could go all day.
enemies to lovers plot right here
His arms circled me and he lifted me off the ground. Being in his mid-sixties had nothing on him. Amos Ryder was tough as nails. Maybe it was the yoga.
start a habit of doing yoga… ✍️
The sun was shining at her back as she stood in the stable door. She looked like a fucking angel—an off-limits angel.
When it came to Emmy, I was playing with fire, but I would happily walk into the flames for her. And I’d have a smile on my face the whole damn time.
He took care of me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and that’s what was heavy on my mind–not the panic attack.
He must’ve heard my boots on the dirt because he looked up from his task. He smiled as big as he could, but he was holding a nail between his teeth, keeping it handy if he needed it. Why was that hot, too?
“Do you think you’re ready to mount today?” he asked. There was a joke in there somewhere, but I wasn’t touching it. The last thing I needed was to make mounting jokes with Luke Brooks.
When he smiled big like that, he got these wrinkles around his eyes. They were stupid cute.
When my heart kicked in my chest again, it had nothing to do with panic and everything to do with him.
“How do you feel?” he asked. “I feel amazing,” I said. Truthfully. “You look amazing, too.”
He brought his hand up, tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, and then kept his hand on my face. His eyes flashed to my lips, just like they had that night in my cabin. Unlike that night, he moved his thumb and brushed it over my bottom lip. I wanted to take it into my mouth.
I wanted to kiss her so badly it was pathetic.
ugh, I love pathetic lover boys
And Emmy wasn’t just pretty. She was extraordinary.
If I saw Emmy while I was feeling the way I was right now, there was no doubt in my mind that I would kiss her. I’d do more than kiss her. I wanted to make Emmy mine in every single way.
Being alone with Emmy was like taking a quick trip away from reality. It was just the two of us, Luke and Emmy. Not Brooks, the Meadowlark screw-up, and Emmy, the Meadowlark sweetheart. What I felt when I was with her was quickly becoming the best thing I’d ever felt.
Now, I was getting to know a different side of Emmy, but I could still see parts of the girl with the razor-sharp tongue in the woman with the tempting mouth.
Something about her just felt different. It felt good. I wanted to know where it could go, where we could go.
Shit, shit, shit. I couldn’t even say good morning to him now because my nipples beat me to it.
felt, felt so damn hard
