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To the Sophie Mitchells out there— Be different. Be genuine. Be you.
💙
I may be the same height as the eight-year-olds running around, but my brains, wit, and sass make up for my small stature.
ME ME ME
I’m kind of like a lemon Starburst—sweet but packs a punch.
“What’s your favorite book?” Doubt colors my voice. “If you have a favorite, I don’t trust you. Any book lover has at least five they can name off the top of their head.”
*looks at my favorites shelf*
“A man who prefers to live in a fantasy. How cute.” “I’d be your best fantasy, no book needed.”
he's bold
“You’re no princess. You’re a motherfucking queen. Don’t let anyone forget it, not even yourself. People think the king matters, but the queen brings down all the other pieces.
🙇🏻♀️
He reads books and uses chess references. Liam Zander is a closet nerd, and knowing this secret pulls a smile from me.
Damn. I think I just got mindfucked.
mmmm
The thing about being the nice guy is how no one sees how corroded my heart is—how it leaks acid like an old car battery.
i can fix him
My previous pride dissipates once the ultimate temptation shimmies up next to me. The smell of her hits me first, like the ocean on a summer day, a fucking intoxicating smell of coconuts and the beach. I do a double take to make sure I’m seeing things right.
3 years later since they met and subsequently last saw each other and he recognized her by her scent alone before even seeing her ?? STOP
Sophie happens to be a temptress with shit timing.
After tonight, I will bow down to the bottle of tequila, claiming José as my master.
salud 🍸
a prickly cactus. That’s me: a woman who has an affection level comparable to a desert plant.
so valid girly
Liam has a way of screwing me without ever getting me in bed. Mindfucked. Every damn time.
*giggles*
I wouldn’t mind making her laugh again, liking the sound almost as much as her voice.
MMMMM
Her eyes twinkle, light reflecting off them like she stole the stars she loves so damn much.
he is so into her
The list she holds in her small hand hints at her rebelliousness, and I want to draw it out.
Looks like I secured a date with the hottest girl in Bandini and landed myself on the podium—two wins worth chugging champagne.
“Screw being sweet. I want to be called sexy and seductive.”
“You think I’m perfect?” I put down my menu and stare into his eyes. His bright smile hits me straight in the chest, my heartbeat quickening while blood rushes toward my cheeks. “More like someone sent from the gates of heaven to tempt me,” he grumbles under his breath, low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t let anyone in on my secret. I’m trying to hide in plain sight.”
*swooning*
Liam’s smile makes my insides feel mushy and hot, a simple look disarming me.
He’s a knockout in every sense of the word—in looks, in personality, and in knocking the air out of my lungs.
“I want to be friends. Just friends.”
ooooof
“If that’s what makes you happy. I can be friends.” He hesitates on the last word.
and of course he's SAD because he likes her T___T
I may be willing to compromise on my list, but I can’t with my heart.
protect your heart, girly ❤️🩹
Friend-zoned. Me. Liam Zander.
LMAO
I feel like a man on death row, unable to do anything with Sophie because she gave me the ultimate capital punishment—friends or nothing.
Somehow, I’m pussy-whipped without actually getting any.
“Everyone knows the books are better than the movies or TV shows.” “Says who?” “Says everyone who reads books!”
FACTS
I like us as friends, but I can’t help but wonder if I’d like us as more.
It’s impossible to ignore the pull I have toward her, both physically and emotionally, something I thought was long gone from my life.
Corrupting Sophie has become my favorite hobby, right up there with racing and reading.
“We all live lies. Some are just better at disguising them. Others hide and never acknowledge them, instead flinching at shadows looming in the corners because they know what lurks there.
Life is about learning to share the burden of your problems with others. It might feel all good and dandy now to hide, but secrets have a way of getting to us all. And sometimes the greatest lies aren’t the ones we tell ourselves; they’re the ones we believe time and time again despite all the evidence proving us wrong.
“But remember this. I want to get to know all of you, including the parts you’re too scared to share. I want to learn about the man no one else knows. So give me every part of you because I’m not here to piece you back together. I like you too much, just the way you are, broken parts and all.”
“That’s my fear with someone like you. You take and take until I have nothing left to give. You’d be easy to fall in love with until you walk away, breaking my heart in the process.”
“But we’re just friends.” Friends who kiss each other with more heat than a burning Bandini engine, but friends nonetheless.
Oh, Liam. So unaware of my conflicting decision between jumping your bones and keeping you as a forever friend.
This man flatters me and disarms me all in one sitting.
I crave the burning sensation in my chest. My passion grows from an ember into a flame, tiny yet tangible, requiring further exploration and discovery.
I smell Liam before I hear him.
You know what is more unfortunate than falling for your friend? Falling for a friend who has no intention of catching you before you face-plant.
</3
“Hmm. And how did you find me here?” “Find My Friends location.” He hides his smile.
stalker much? LOL
Screw platonic, I want catastrophic.
Sweet Sophie is replaced by the seductress inside of her. My fallen angel, tempted away from the gates of heaven to join me in the pits of hell.
But with Sophie, I handle that shit like a bomb, as if she can explode any second. She’s a ticking clock with a fuck ton of complicated wires. Once detonated, shrapnel and crap flies everywhere, piercing you from all directions, fucking you up from the inside out. Both explosive and disastrous.
Liam acts like the ocean, erasing my carefully drawn line in the sand, similar to a rolling tide flooding my ability to think of reasons to disagree.
Sometimes the best changes aren’t the ones you plan for.
Everything about our chemistry makes me question my sanity for denying our connection.
“You’re a hard man to resist. You’re easily becoming my weakness.”
