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“There’s no going back. You’re stuck with me for life and by life I mean until Saturday.” “For life.” “For life, Peaches.”
May 26. Peach juice. Our talk on the beach. The bracelets. The museum. The pictures. The painting. The dolphins. The sunset. Her.
you still have the bracelet?” She stares astounded at the brown leather around my wrist. I was going to take it off, but I could never bring myself to do it. Unless it’s practice or games, I always keep it on, and when I don’t have it on, it’s weird. It’s extremely worn out, and the name Peaches is faded, but I like it too much to take it off. “How could I not?” I twist my wrist to show it off. “It was a birthday gift from my ex-girlfriend.” Her brows shoot up in disbelief. It was all pretend to her, but it was real to me. She was my first and only girlfriend.
“Don’t fucking talk about Lola. If I hear you talk shit about her, I don’t give a fuck that you’re my teammate. I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
you’re stupid if you think I’m going to turn down free coffee. In this economy, I don’t think so.”
“Alexia.” She turns around. “What?” “Her name is Louise.” Her brows draw together. “Huh?” “The mother of my child, her name is Louise. Leave the petty shit for someone else.”
“She’s a ray of sunshine,” TJ sarcastically retorts. “I’m in a really good mood, so I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, but call me sunshine again and I’ll stab you with my heel.” “And she means it. Don’t fuck with Daisy when she’s drunk,” I whisper.
“You know you’re going to regret buying this. I might just come here every single day.” “Then I’ll just make sure I have enough of everything.”
“You want to help me put him to bed?” “I do.” “You’d be here close to one in the morning. You’re really going to drive an hour away?” “What if I told you I already did?” “You’re here?”
“You can’t sleep on your dad. He’s tired too. Aren’t you—what?” TJ’s lips turn upward and his eyes soften. “Nothing…I’m not tired.” “But you just—” “I’m good. I don’t mind staying as long as you don’t mind.”
Lola’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even realize it. She says she’s messy, but she’s like a work of art. She’s sort of chaotic, magnetizing, and covered in the colors of the universe. I don’t mean that because she has paint on her skin. No, it’s the coalition of amber and green in her eyes, her golden copper hair, the tinge of red that sometimes coats her cheeks…
“There’re a few parties on frat row. We could—I don’t know, take him? He looks like he likes to have a good time,” Jagger suggests. It takes everything in me not to slap him. “Sure, I’m just going to take my son to a house filled with every drug you can think of. Lola’s going to love to hear that our son was around pill poppers and coke heads,” I sarcastically remark. Saint shakes his head disapprovingly. For once, he’s not smiling. He’s looking at Jagger like he wants to slap some sense into him. “W. T. F. is wrong with you?”
“Having me around too much could possibly be your downfall.” “Or the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“Something about the great benefits of peaches.” His cheek twitches. “You know, I heard the same thing too. I actually had one that day before the game. Really gave me a boost and everything.” “And everything?” I grin. “And everything,” he confirms.
“Bother me? Lola.” I drop my hand from the hem and chin and cup her jaw with both hands. “You had our son. You brought life into the world. They’re proof once again of how astoundingly resilient you are. Please, for the love of God, don’t ever feel like you need to feel embarrassed or hide them from me or anyone else. They’re part of something beautiful that you and I created.”
“The world would be too boring if I didn’t add a little chaos into it.”
“Benjamin and Theodore,” Charlotte huffs, walking toward us along with Phillip, Saint, and Phoenix. “Not in front of Lola! Let her get acquainted first, or she’ll never want to come back.” Ben shoves TJ out of the way and envelops his mom in a hug. “She got acquainted on the yacht just fine.”
Lola’s the embodiment of a sunset. Something you always look forward to even though you know it’s going to appear every day, around the same time. Because you know that it’s not always going to be the same colors. Sometimes you get a cotton candy sky that brings peace to your mind and sometimes you get a blazing sky that sets your soul on fire. And sometimes on special days you get a coalescence of both.
He stares at you like if he doesn’t look at you every five seconds, you’re going to vanish into thin air. Poof.”
I don’t know if it’s normal, but I always miss her. I genuinely hate whenever we’re not together and hate every time I have to say goodbye.
“I get a little jealous of anyone looking at you the way I look at you.”
“I really want to kiss you right now,” “Don’t say that to me when you know I can’t,” she chides, blowing a harsh breath. “We should continue with your tour, so you can get your money’s worth.” “Oh, I am.” I shamelessly let my eyes trail down her body. “My tour guide is hot.” She rolls her eyes, but I see the amusement on her face
“Louise, I love you. This”—I grab her hand, placing it on my chest right where my heart beats wildly for her—“this is yours, it’s all yours, and will always be yours. I want you to know that you own every part of me, and no one, absolutely no one will ever have this because it’s all for you, my love, my happy, my everything, only for you.”
“You’re annoying.” “But I’m your annoying person.” He smirks, pecking my lips.
“And I want you to believe it too because it’s true. Say it.” “I…I’m perfect,” I quietly say. “Louder, Louise.” “I’m perfect.” “You are. Every inch of you. Every part of you. Every microscopic thing is nothing but perfection. I won’t let you believe otherwise.” And I believe him. The way his eyes burn into mine and his voice is velvety soft despite the slight rough edge, I know he means it.
“Seriously, let me pay you back.” “I don’t want your money, so stop being stubborn. I’m not going to take it,” he deadpans. I shake my head. “I can’t take your money.” He grips my chin. Tipping my head back, his lips hover over mine. “Your pussy is mine, so my money, your money. Stop. Being. Stubborn.”
