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when he holds out his arms, I climb into his lap, bury my face against his chest, and allow him to comfort me.
“Fitz.” Wariness curls around my throat. “What are you actually mad about right now?” His jaw clenches tight. For a moment I don’t expect him to answer, but then he mumbles, “You could’ve gotten hurt in there.”
“Not attracted to you?” he interrupts incredulously, and the next thing I know he’s snatching my hand and placing it directly on his crotch. “Feel this? This is what you do to me. You make me hard. Constantly.”
“If you don’t go? Then I’ll probably kiss you,” he says bluntly.
At the mention of what went down this weekend (me. I went down this weekend. On him), Fitz’s expression fills with regret. “I’m…” He clears his throat. “I’m really sorry about that.”
As much as I’d love to spend the rest of the day—hell, the rest of my life—discussing the huge hole that the loss of One Direction left in my soul, I force myself to keep walking.
“I’m sorry. Bad habit. I’ll try to break
You’re beautiful, but it’s the kind of beauty that’s so…unattainable. It’s otherworldly.”
My first instinct is to say yes to anything she asks, because I want to make her happy.
“That job was important to you.” “It was.” But you’re more important. I don’t say it out loud.
I put him in his place, and if I had the choice, I’d do it all over again, you hear me? Because he was a jackass to you, and I love you.”
I’ll find something else, I promise. But I’ll never find another you.”
“What the fuck!” It’s Dean. As in Summer’s brother Dean. As in my good friend Dean.
“Okay, then.” He rakes one hand through his blond hair. “You ready?” My sigh slips out. “Let’s get it over with.”
“I’m not having kids with you,” I wheeze at Summer. “I don’t want to be part of your insane family.” “Oh hush, sweetie. It’s too late. I’ve become attached.” You’d think it would be impossible to laugh while I’m writhing on the floor in agony. But Summer Heyward-Di Laurentis makes everything possible.
“I love you,” I whisper. “You make me feel…” I pause to think it over. “Smart.”
