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December 11 - December 20, 2024
I’m about to kiss Natalie Sinclair . . . until I see fucking headlights coming our way.
He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “Play along, Little Sinclair.”
There is no mistaking the strained look on Brady’s face. “Oh, Nat. There are so many things I want to show you.” What the actual fuck? Did he just say that?
Tuck your fingers in. Make a fist. Keep your thumb on the outside. Pull back with your whole arm, then aim for his nose with all the power you’ve got. Holy Shit! I did it.
She launches herself into my arms and starts sobbing uncontrollably.
“Because I don’t plan on hiding how I feel about you for anyone’s sake. Not once you realize you’re already mine. And make no mistake, sweetheart. You’re mine.”
And what if I do want to walk you to your class and have you be my girl? Would that be so bad?”
Is that the only reason you’re wearing this young man’s jersey, Natalie?” “For now.”
It only took me one week to realize I didn’t just like you, didn’t just want you. You’re it for me, Natalie.”
“Actually, she said you were taking a break. Very Ross Geller of you, Coop.”
Instead, he places his small hand in mine and squeezes, making me want to cry for the millionth time today. Tommy has never initiated any kind of physical touch with me in the months I’ve known him.
She reaches for something on my bedside table. It’s Tommy’s stuffed dinosaur. “Tommy left this for you. He said it helps him sleep.”