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To everyone who has ever felt ready to fold themselves in half to fit somebody else’s idea of who they should be… Don’t dull your shine for anyone. The right people will want to bask in your sunshine, not steal it. Until then, soak it all in. You, exactly as you are, are enough.
Besides, who needs a boyfriend when you’ve got a drawer full of battery-powered ones? Men don’t vibrate, but dildos do.
I slap the glass as Garrett climbs to his feet. “Hey, ref! Might wanna check your voicemail! Looks like you missed a few calls!”
“Hey, ref!” Cara hollers. “Want a pregnancy test? ’Cause you’ve missed two fucking periods!” “Get off your knees!” I yell as he skates by. “You’re blowing the fucking game!”
“You see how you could still talk through that? That won’t happen when it’s my cock inside you.”
“Please don’t brush off whatever happened because he didn’t leave bruises on your body. Bruises you can’t see can hurt just as much as the ones you can.”
“They hurt a little less when I’m with you,” she whispers. “Thank you for being my friend, Garrett. I think I really needed you.”
Garrett’s my solid and my steady. He’s the constant in my life, the smile always waiting for me, the friendship that never wanes, the connection that grows stronger each day. He’s the warm arms that hug me, the fingers that drift down my back, the quiet voice that eases my worries at the end of the day and promises to be my safe place to land.
“The day we fuck is going to be like lightning, Jennie. I’m gonna light up your entire sky, the same way you do mine.”
“Are you going to talk to her?” “Should I?” She snorts. “Are all boys this clueless? Don’t you like her?” “I’m not sure like is a strong enough word.” “Doesn’t that answer your question?
“I bet if you ask her for another chance, she’ll give it to you.” “You think so?” “You’re worth a second chance, Garrett.”
“I’m so fucking tired of pretending.” “Pretending what?” It’s nothing but a breathy whisper as he prowls toward me, matching each of my steps backward. His strong hands cup my face, piercing gaze locked on mine as he looms above me. My heart slams in my chest as his thumb sweeps across my lower lip, and his eyes dip, watching as my lips part on a jagged inhale, before flipping back up to mine. “I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”
“You know, I’m not sure we ever really fell in love. I think we built it from the ground up. We made each other a priority, made our friendship a safe place to be together and learn together. We wanted honesty and trust, and we worked every day to get it. We planted the seeds, and when I bloomed, it was because you took my hand and made sure all of me got space to shine, even the parts I was content to leave inside the shadows.”
“Mine,” he murmurs with every kiss. “Your what?” His smile is so tender as he gazes at me in the mirror, beautiful and special, like it’s all for me. His nose nudges my jaw until I turn my face to his, and he presses his lips to mine. “My best friend, my sunshine, and my whole heart.”
