Kindle Notes & Highlights
Have you ever watched the boy you love, love another?
The dark brown-haired boy with the hazel colored eyes is the sun, and I’m the flower stretching to get a hint of its rays. Begging for the slightest bit of attention.
But while I’m here begging for a glimpse of the sunny personality he gives everyone else, I’m trapped in the shadow.
We live in opposite spaces. If he is the entire galaxy, I am only one star. He doesn’t see me. He never does.
If I’m presented with the opportunity to face my troubles head-on or escape reality through the pages of fictional characters, I’m choosing the book every damn time. Real life sucks. Give me a broody book boyfriend, someone else’s drama, and all the steamy scenes.
Give me a broody book boyfriend, someone else’s drama, and all the steamy scenes.
The only problem is I see her. I’ve always seen her. No matter how hard she tries to melt into her surroundings, those bright eyes call to me like a siren singing her song to lure me into her depths. Those bright eyes beg me to dive head-first into her soul.
Quinton has an inch, maybe two on me.
Ty’s music is linked up to the room’s Bluetooth speaker. I watch the jackass attempt to bust out some trendy moves he probably saw on social media. Ty Billings is an excellent baseball player, but the dude has no dance moves. He’s one of the only guys on the team who will do anything the CTU Athletics social media team asks him to do, including viral goofy dances.
“Why are some of these lines highlighted?”
“Oh, those are from me. They’re lines that I enjoyed and wanted to remember.”
He nods his hand in understanding. “I’m going to get a glimpse inside ...
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Books were my escape, and to this day, I would much rather get lost in a book than face reality.
Only the beautiful golden hazel eyes are staring back at me completely cold.
No matter how hard she tries to hide away from us and pretend to be the wallflower she wants to be, her personality is like sunshine, and we all crave her rays.
The feeling of not being enough constantly consumes me.
I don’t feel pretty enough. I don’t feel smart enough. I don’t feel like I’m ever good enough to get the guy. I want so desperately to be the girl picked first. The girl who gets the fairytale story, the happily ever after.
Cody erases the space between us until he’s standing right before me. He’s tall, a lot taller than I would’ve guessed, with seven or eight inches on me.
You, me, us, it’s been a long time coming, and now that I have you back, I want you. Your mind, your heart, your body, all of it, but you set the pace.
“I’m available anytime you want to get off. I promise I can do it better than your toy. Hell, maybe we can do a combination of the two.”
On the inside of his bicep toward the back of his arm is a tiny drawing I’ve never noticed before. It’s a single-line flower tattoo.
“Cody?” I prompt.
Did he get this tatto...
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“I never forgot about you, Wildflower,” his eyes sear into me, and I feel the words. “Yo...
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Standing before me, she’s not in her typical outfit of a dress or skirt. Instead, she’s dressed more casually in a pair of black leggings that hug her body deliciously and a red baseball jersey that’s left unbuttoned exposing a white T-shirt knotted in the front revealing a sliver of her toned stomach. But that’s not what steals my breath away. No, it’s the gray baseball cap with a longhorn across the front. Because I know that if she were to turn around, my last name would be embroidered on the back. I can’t believe she still has the hat I wore during the summer league. Her eyes bounce from
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“Damn, girl. This dress is sexy,”
“Gotta boyfriend?”
“Nope. No boy...
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“What the hell, Wil...
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We’ve never had the “talk,” but it’s pretty clear as day that both of us are together in a very much exclusive manner. I just love to find ways to get under his skin.
“You’re fucking mine, Wildflower.”
For so long baseball has been my only love. It’s the only love I thought I’d ever have, but something inside of me has changed. I love my pretty Wildflower. She’s mine, and I’ll stop at nothing to make sure she knows how much she truly means to me.
“I will never be mad at you for prioritizing yourself. Just because we are together doesn’t mean you can’t focus on yourself. I’ll always be here, and I always want you around, but not at the expense of losing who you are.”
“Thank you.”
I love everything that makes you, you. Don’t forget to take care of my girl.”
“Holy shit,” I pant, resting my weight on top of her.
“That’s what sex is supposed to feel like?”
“Nah, Wildflower. That’s just sex with you. It’s never been like th...
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“It wasn’t presumptuous. The idea of making you mine, of being yours forever, it makes me feral. There’s no way I picture my future, and it doesn’t have you in it. You’re my sun. My world orbits around you. You’re my best friend and the person I want in my corner. You’re the person I want in the stands cheering for me.
The idea of making you mine, of being yours forever, it makes me feral. There’s no way I picture my future, and it doesn’t have you in it. You’re my sun. My world orbits around you. You’re my best friend and the person I want in my corner. You’re the person I want in the stands cheering for me. “You’re the one I want to talk to first thing in the morning and the last person I talk to before I go to bed. It’s always been you.
