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I let my eyelids flutter closed, embracing my newest kink: being read to.
Reading is so much fun, but I’m tired of feeling like all the best parts of my life have been lived inside my own head.
He attempts to reach a hand across the bar for me to shake, but Vincent steps forward and creates a human wall between me and his teammate. I’m quietly glad for it. Maybe he’s learned his lesson about keeping his teammates out of our business.
“Fine,” I relent. “But I reserve the right to roast you if all you have in your shower is that shampoo–body wash combo shit.” “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Holiday.”
One thing I’m definitely sure of: miscommunication truly is the worst trope.
100% facts girl.
“I’m actually not free ever.”
GIRL DON'T
“So that’s it,” he says. “You got your story, and now you’re done?”
IM CRYING! NOO
What the hell did he mean by that?
GIRL WHAT?!?
Well. Good. I don’t want to spoil his birthday.
YOU ALREADY DID
I’d rather be the supporting cast in her tragedy than the main character in mine.
Im upset
The worst thing about romance novels is that they always end. There’s a declaration, a kiss or a sex scene, and maybe—if I’m lucky—an epilogue that doesn’t automatically relegate the female lead to the role of stay-at-home mom, even if she spent the whole novel pursuing other goals.
Personally, ending with a pregnancy is getting boring 🥱
