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I still showed up for the date we planned—I waited over two hours just in case she’d show—but she ghosted me. I don’t want to admit that to my own brother. Not when his girlfriend is Mia’s best friend.
Sebastian Miller-Callahan. Sebastian, who has been smiling at me ever since the movie theater last fall. Sebastian, who calls me sweet when I come. Sebastian, who threw a punch for me. Who the hell does that?
You’re drinking a beer, but you prefer bourbon. You’re wearing a pink dress, and you hate pink. You were flirting with a total loser, letting him touch you when you don’t like being touched by strangers.” He cocks his head to the side. “Want me to keep going?”
“Oh my God.” “What?” “Oh, no. Boo. I thought I saw Alexander Skarsgård, but it was just another hot blond guy.” She clears her throat. “You know, I think there’s one in Moorbridge, too. He plays baseball.”
As I expected, a pair of black suede boots, identical to the ones I had to throw away, lay nestled in the tissue paper. I check the size automatically. Eight. They’re going to fit perfectly.
I’d rather be her friend than have nothing at all.
I’d rather a scowl from her than a smile from anyone else.
I remember. I remember because I asked her this question while my mouth was on her tits, and she gasped out the word. Exoplanets. But I pretend I don’t, because I know it will lead to more conversation, and if there’s anything I want from this meal, it’s to spend time with her. To hear her talk excitedly as she gestures with her hands, and to see passion in her eyes, if not for me, then for something. She’s someone who has her future figured out. She has the mind and the passion for what she loves to do.
“Don’t tell me what I deserve.” He takes a step closer. I hold the bag to my chest like a shield. “I know what I deserve, which is what I want. And what I want is for you to be in my life, whatever that looks like. Don’t you want me in your life too?”
My mouth goes dry instantly. No one—absolutely no one—comes close to her beauty. I know every guy thinks they’ve landed the most gorgeous girl in the world, but me? I actually have her. “Angel.”
I’m realizing, in a slow, inexorable way, that there’s no one in the world like him. No one who makes my heart race the way he does. I’m free-falling, a meteor burning up in the atmosphere.
He reaches out, entwining our fingers. He’s gazing at me like I’m the aurora borealis. A beautiful force of nature, a ribbon of light that he’d be content to stare at forever. I love him. I can trust him. If there’s anyone I want to talk about Nonno with, it’s him.
A future without her is no future at all.
Maybe changing your mind about something fundamental isn’t a betrayal, but a sign of growth.
