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To all of us with ADHD who live in what I like to call organized chaos that only makes sense to us, between two times: not right now and RIGHT NOW, hyperfixation, and jump from hobby to hobby… And to finding the right person who sees you, supports you, and takes excellent care of your praise kink.
What is it about the end of the year that seems to make everything fall apart? The rest of the time I feel like I have everything under control, then as soon as September hits an impending sense of anxiety builds a cozy little cabin in my chest. By the time it’s November I realize no, in fact, I don’t have it together and I’m out of time to change that.
First, I managed to leave for work without the emotional support water bottle I take everywhere.
The thought of anything dimming the lively spark I’ve always admired in her makes something tighten in my chest.
Lusting after the head coach’s daughter is top of the list of Things Not To Do.
I’m content with how my body is, with curves from my boobs to my ass and thighs. I don’t mind that my stomach has a little pooch or the silvery stretch marks from growth spurts once I hit puberty. I’m a real-sized woman and it makes me feel beautiful because she instilled the importance of self-confidence in my body image.
“I hope you’re hungry. I needed emotional support fries this week.”
He cocks his head with a slight smirk. “We can stand here and argue about it if you want, but this still ends the same way. Not accepting no for an answer, Evie. Let me take you.” A buzzing rush of warmth moves through me at the firm yet considerate tone he uses while teasing me. “If you’re sure you’re not busy.” “I’m never too busy for you.”
“What I’m hearing is you need to get laid or you’ll get all hyper fixated like Eve does. Let’s see, Melissa is single. Savannah is, too. Actually, you should make a dating profile.” I pull a face. “I don’t need that. And I sure as shit don’t need to take a walk down a memory lane of past hookups.”
“Work it. Give the ladies that famous Kincaid-brand smile that breaks all those hearts after you break their beds.”
“The only cure for a broken heart is a new dick to make you forget the old one,”
Was she always this much of a temptation? Her laughter and smiles made my chest feel funny, but now whenever she’s around it’s like she’s the sun in the room. And I’m a planet that doesn’t know how to fight the pull of her orbit. She’s all I’m able to look at.
“You don’t have to be perfect. I’m not. No one is.”
I’d love to be hiding away in my apartment after the scene at Clocktower Brew House earlier, but unfortunately I need to make money to live. Who decided that? Rude.
I’ve fought my need for her all night until I couldn’t any longer. And now that I’ve had a taste? It’s official. I’m fucked.
Cole kissed me
CraftyCutie: The real question is what are you doing online late at night looking at my profile? MightyPuck: …no comment. CraftyCutie: This is all because I put ‘hockey players are sexy’ in my profile. That has to be why we keep matching. MightyPuck: I’m a hockey player.
I don’t care if the locker room stinks in reality, if he wanted to fuck me there, I’d one hundred and ten percent be down for what would surely be one of the hottest experiences of my life. I’d let him have me any way he wanted. With his jersey on, without it, with me wearing it and him gripping a tight fistful for leverage to drive into me harder and—
CraftyCutie: Bet I’d look nicer naked and spread out for you like a five course feast.
CraftyCutie: Make me. MightyPuck: I deal with hockey players all day. Handling a brat to keep her in line isn’t a problem.
CraftyCutie: I think you should tie my wrists with that whistle and put me on my knees, Coach Bossy.
There’s nothing sluttier a man can do than wear gray sweatpants.
“I always feel better when I talk to you. Goodnight, sweetheart,” I murmur on a new voice clip. “Sleep well.”
“I want…pancakes. It’s what my mom would make whenever I was sick.”
“I solemnly swear to share cereal fairly.”
The offer to drive Eve home wasn’t supposed to take hours. She fell asleep shortly after we pulled out of the parking lot and rather than finish the quick ride to her place, I’m still driving around. I’m not ready for tonight to end. I keep circling town slowly, avoiding every speed bump and pothole out of fear of waking her.
“Hungry? You slept through dinner.” “Sure. Something with french fries, please.”
It feels like we’re the only two people in the world.
CraftyCutie: Making coaching look sexy in that suit. The view of your ass from here is [fire emoji]
“I’ll be everything for you, sweetheart. Every fantasy. Every dream. Whatever you need, I want to be it.”
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“Are you ready to watch the movie? Because if not, I’m going to toss you on that bed and fuck you again.” “Mm, tempting,” she sasses. “Let’s watch the movie first.”
I don’t know how two people could be so consumed with an unending need to touch one another, but that’s how we are.
“For real. Your secret’s going to the grave. We won’t let you down. I’d say have a good summer, but, uh, looks like you’ve got that covered.”
I thought it was weird she was asking me if I met anyone lately. I couldn’t exactly tell her, oh yeah, I’m totally getting my insides rearranged on the regular by Cole.
I’ll spend all night reminding your body why it’s mine, sweetheart.”
I love that sound. Her joy is the most beautiful music in the world. I love…her. I’m in love with her.
do everything in my power to make sure she has a million good days.
“There’s my girl.”
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper. “Yes you do, sweetheart.”
“I know it sucks right now, but this isn’t a setback. It’s like I say to the guys after a loss, you just keep going. That’s how you turn it around. And you will, Evie.”
“I love being in weird with you.”
I need to go track down my girl and bring her home.
“You make me happy.” His eyes crinkle before he dips to kiss me. “Not as much as you make me.” “Are you going to fight me on this? I’ll win.” “I will,” he insists. “I’ll out-stubborn your competitive streak every time, sweetheart, because no matter how much you love me, I’ll love you back harder.” “Why are we like this?” I ask through laughing so hard my sides cramp. “Because this is us,” he murmurs before kissing me again.
I love listening to books with him. He’s gone from being the guy I dream up for every hero to my real life book boyfriend.
“I’d happily go anywhere with you.” Because as long as I’m with him, there are no bad days.
“Sweetheart, you’re everything to me. You make me want to be the best man I possibly can be, for myself and for you.”
“I love the life we’re building. I want to spend every day by your side. Taking care of you. Making you laugh. Wiping your tears. The good. The bad. All of it. I’m in, sweetheart. I’m in with you forever.” “Cole,” she whispers, moved. I lick my lips. “So what do you think? Want to marry me?” She’s silent for a beat. My stomach ripples with unease. Then she jumps. “Oh, you’re waiting. I already said yes.” My head hangs with a relieved huff. “Yes. Yes
“Meet me at the rink after hours and I’ll show you my team spirit.” “What am I going to do with you, my naughty girl?” I mutter against her ear. “Feel like sneaking away?” “Me? You’re the one that bagged the coach’s daughter, mister assistant coach,” she sasses. “I’d say you’re the naughty one.”
