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Even without saying a word, I was too loud. Too obvious. Too overpowering. I had to be gotten under control.”
Teresa. “When do I get my lollipop?” A hint
stand, lean down and kiss her cheek, then whisper gruffly into her ear, “I adore you.”
Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. My throat constricted, I whisper, “Me, too, gangster. Me, too.”
He said the only thing Sloane needs is a container big enough to keep all the broken hearts she collects.
“Yes. How awful. Do you have any cyanide in the house, by chance? If this is what love feels like, I’d like to kill myself immediately.”
He folds his arms over his massive chest and says in a disapproving tone, “That your Styrofoam-peanut girlfriend is the love of his life.” My mouth drops open. “Wait. Are you guys friends now?”
“Roughly translated, ‘Welcome home, my queen.’” “Really? How fantastic. Can you tell all the guys to call me that?” “No.” “Okay. I’ll have Kieran tell them for me.”
And it’s like a dam breaks inside me. A lifetime of built-up emotion just cracks through my ribs and blows me apart. I burst into tears. “Angel,” he says, panting and alarmed. “Baby, why are you crying?” I wail, “I’m crying because I love you!”
