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“It’s fine. Nico will understand.” My godson might be a mature eight-year-old kid, but he isn’t that mature.
There was nothing I wanted more than my mom’s hugs and her unwavering belief that Vicks VapoRub will cure everything, including a broken heart.
Nico throws his arms around my legs.
This 8 year old is either the size of a toddler or the FMC is 8 foot tall
crying more in the last few days than in my whole life.
Since my mom nearly died in the process of giving me a sibling, I don’t plan on having children unless the woman I marry is willing to adopt.
“Where are we going?” I ask after a minute. He lowers the volume. “One of my construction sites.” “I swear I’ll haunt you forever if I end up being buried beneath six feet of concrete tonight.” “I’m flattered you want to hang around me for all eternity.” His eyes sparkle.
Lol
“Blackmail has no expiration date.”
“You didn’t like your ring.” I rear back. “What?” “I bet you hated it from the moment Oliver got down on one knee and popped open that cliché Cartier box.” A two-by-four to the face would be less surprising than his comment.
Better to be alone than with bad company.
“Maybe I need a man like Evan,” I say. “Someone kind and caring and willing to treat me well.” “That’s fine, but you also want someone to challenge you, and Evan—the town’s biggest people-pleaser—isn’t it.”
“You could at least try to put up a fight about wanting to be in charge.” “Sorry. The feminism left my body the moment you mentioned spiders.”
Lmao
“You’re willing to let me speak to your assistant after last time?” “Of course. I had him sign a new contract with a nice pay increase and a promise to never work for you so long as he lives.” “I hate how you’re always one step ahead of me.” He laughs for a second time today, throwing me off. “There’s a reason I always kicked your ass at chess.”
“I’d rather carry you.” Her eyes widen. “What for?” “You broke your arm.” She frowns. “Funny. I didn’t know I needed one to walk.”
God give me the strength to make it through this meeting with my team while fighting a hard-on.
Are you seriously going to get jealous of your own employees? With the way Dahlia looks up at them with her big brown eyes and wide smile, hell yeah I am. “Let’s start,” I lash out, wanting to get this walk-through over with before I fire someone.
His lips curl. “You. I want you.”
He presses his mouth against mine for the first time in almost a decade, effectively shutting me up. All my brain cells go on strike as Julian kisses me like it might be his last chance to do so.
“Because this is what life is all about.” My brows tug together. “Decorating?” “Living rather than going through the motions.”
Two sweet gestures in a span of ten minutes? If this is the kind of treatment I get after a make-out session, I can’t imagine what will happen once I finally suck his cock.
Lol
He kisses the top of my head as he pulls out with a groan. “I’m afraid you might have ruined sex with any other woman for me.”
“My mom is going to kill me when she finds out why we’re here.” “Consider yourself lucky. Mine is going to start planning our wedding and invite the whole town.”
“This isn’t going to work between us.” “Because of the long distance or your trust issues?”
“When we break the news to my mom about moving, do me a favor and tell her you’re in love with me. It’ll help soften the blow.”
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“Turns out I’d rather build a home with you than a thousand houses by myself.”
“No, Dahlia, that’s love.” “You agreed to a casual relationship knowing your feelings might never be reciprocated?” Disbelief colors her voice. “Yes.” “Why?” “Some people are worth the risk.”
47 DAHLIA
Just know i want to dnf
“I don’t want him to change his whole life for me.” He could come to regret his decision and resent me in the process, and I don’t know if I would overcome that kind of heartbreak a second time.
She makes me want to kms
You still trust your intuition after everything you’ve been through? No, but it’s about time I started because I’m tired of doubting myself. I let Oliver and the Creswells’ judgmental thoughts and opinions haunt me for far too long, and for what? To torture myself by doubting every decision I make?
“I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it, but there’s this small town in Michigan called Lake Wisteria—”
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