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The guy I’m secretly in love with—the guy who looks at me like I’m his kid sister.
“Look, Faye, when you called me…I’ve never been so afraid in my entire life. I was worried something bad had happened to you, and I was right. I need to know I’m keeping you safe, otherwise I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Because we’re friends.” Friends? I’ve never hated one word so much in my entire life.
Did I seriously just say that? Why did I say that? Why couldn’t I just tell her the truth? I want to be so much more than just friends.
Faye’s the embodiment of everything pure in this world, like the furry, white heads of blooming dandelions swirling away in a summer breeze, or the way seafoam laps between your toes before dissolving into damp granules of sand.
Jesus. I want to hug her, touch her. I want to hold her in my arms and never let go.
“You’re so content with carrying all this weight on your shoulders. Now let me carry some of it for you.”
“When it’s fun sized and dangerously addictive like you, I am very afraid.”
“I don’t do casual, Kit. I’m not some conquest you can just toss aside when you get bored. I’m not interested in fucking for the sake of fucking. I want to mean something to someone.” Faye means more to me than she’ll ever know.
“I can’t! I’m so fucking hard right now that I can’t think straight. You do this to me. No other girl does, okay? All of the girls I’ve been with haven’t held a candle to you. You’re all I ever think about, and it kills me that I can’t have you.”
“Yeah, I can be a lot to handle,” I murmur under my breath. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I have two hands. Big hands. Hands big enough to handle a sweet little thing like you.”
“I’m not that sweet,” I huff. “Princess, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
She’s my sun, and I’m the idiot orbiting around her.
Faye Hollings isn’t someone who drifts through your life. She’s someone who lingers, stays, and remains in your heart. And I think she’s carved her goddamn name on me.
I pick Faye in every universe. In the ones where we’re best friends, in the ones where we’re sworn enemies, in the ones where we’re strangers who live on opposite ends of the world. I pick her.
“If we’re going to do this, you have to keep that pretty mouth shut,” I whisper. “Even though I love those little noises you make.”
“I don’t want to be known as the ‘Big Cat’ anymore. I want to be known as yours.”
I’ll always crawl back to her. I’ll crawl to her on my knees across the broken shards of my heart. I’ll crawl to her when she’s thousands of miles away from me. I’ll crawl to her even if she never wants to see me again, because that’s the power she has over me. That’s the kind of love that possesses me. Unconditional, undying, unequivocal. I’m forever hers.
My eyes tell everything. You could experience every one of my emotions through them. But most importantly, they showcase my vulnerability. And vulnerability is the strongest thing any individual can possess.
