Unloved (The Unlucky Ones #2)

by Marley Valentine

“I used to think I made you up,” I say, the words catching me off guard. “Because there was no way I had a brother and didn’t live with him.”

As always, the prologue is the best part. The downhill slide is real.

“Samuel, buddy, you got to hold still and wait for the team doctors to work their magic and get him off the field.”

“The team doctors are with him, and if you calm down, you can see they’re assessing the damage and trying to wake him up.”

I can feel myself shaking within his hold, watching paramedics run onto the field, joining the team doctors and coaches.

We’re going to call the ambulance to pick you up so you don’t have to wait too long in the emergency room.

Paramedics were rushing to him 🤷‍♀️

“What is it that Jenika suggested?” he asks, trying to coax a conversation out of me. “If I know her as well as I think I do, she sent you here to fill up your free time.”

Read this before

“She mentioned you could show me all the programs the gym has and I could decide on what would work for me.”

Ok, so I read this whole scene in Unwanted

In his world, he sees nothing wrong with handing me the loaded gun, because he’ll always be blame-free if I’m the one to pull the trigger.

“You could, you know,” he says, with the slightest hint of seduction in his tone. “Watch us.” All the blood in my body heads straight for my dick as an image of them, naked and together, flashes through my mind.

Thank goodness something’s happening at last. Slowest insta love, FINALLY making it to sex ever at 58%

It’s been almost six weeks since my accident, and to describe it as a roller-coaster ride would be the understatement of the century.

This acceptance, told not shown. He’s a 22 year old college kid, life centered around sports, lost so much already. It’s all ok in 6 weeks?

I couldn’t care less that Rhys and Lennox are men; I care about the way we treat each other. I care about the way we support one another. I care about the way being with them makes me feel and how being with me makes them feel.

🙄

Rhys wasn’t okay and somehow we missed it. We’d missed it, and I don’t know how Samuel and I will be able to move on from the guilt of that.

This whole told not shown, Rhys comes across as the third wheel

He moves to grab a seat but Samuel tugs on his hand and drags him into his lap, ensuring he’s closer to us. Always reminding him, in any way he can, we want you here.

Third wheel

When I met them, all I could see was the way they fit with one another, the seamless way they read each other’s thoughts and fulfilled each other’s needs. How beautiful they looked with each other, how much love and respect surrounded their relationship. I think they’re perfect for one another,

This is repeated again. Always as a couple, not as a throuple.

I am loved more for every flaw I have. I am loved for my mistakes, and I am loved for my mishaps.

I am loved for my sins and my scars. They love me and all my imperfections. For some, it’s till death do us part.