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December 5 - December 14, 2023
The guy I’m secretly in love with—the guy who looks at me like I’m his kid sister.
Kit races over to me and yanks me up by the arms, pulling me into his large chest. His grip suffocates me, but I don’t try to pull away. He’s mumbling something into my hair, his hand cradling the back of my head, the rapid thundering of his heart a steady medium in my ears.
“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.”
“Why do you care so much?”
“Because we’re friends.”
Friends? I’ve never hated one word so much in my entire life.
Friends. 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.
Those beautiful brown eyes of hers
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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.
Accepting help isn’t a sign of weakness; it doesn’t diminish your strength or resilience. You’re stronger if you acknowledge you need help,”
“You’re so content with carrying all this weight on your shoulders. Now let me carry some of it for you.”
“I don’t know. I kind of like the idea of causing a little trouble.”
Fuck. Trouble with Faye sounds like the perfect pastime.
“When it’s fun sized and dangerously addictive like you, I am very afraid.”
“If you wanted me on my knees, Faye, all you had to do was ask,”
want to mean something to someone.”
Faye means more to me than she’ll ever know.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I want to kiss you, Faye.”
“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.”
I’m obsessed with this girl. I’d give her anything she wanted. If Faye asked me to make her a dining table from scratch, I’d make her that goddamn table, even with my one woodshop class worth of experience.
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.
“I don’t want to be known as the ‘Big Cat’ anymore. I want to be known as yours.”
Mine. I never knew Kit felt that way.
I’m not sure what I expected him to grab—maybe more sunscreen for my sunburnt skin—but a book is clutched in his hands, tiny, colorful tabs sticking out of the pages.
“Kit, did you annotate a book for me?” I ask.
The corners of his lips tick up into ...
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“I’d annotate an entire library for you if it meant that I go...
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He annotated a book for me. Kit Langley annotated a book for me. Kit Langley—the man who’s never been with the same woman twice—carved time out of his day to read a book and tab it. This has to be some kind of fever dream.
“I don’t want this to be a summer fling,” Kit says, recapturing my focus. “I know you have school. I know you’re going to be in Pennsylvania. But I want to be with you, Faye. I don’t care about the distance or your brother.”
That’s the kind of shit billionaire Mafia heroes do in romance novels, not the teammate of your older brother.
I’m going to marry this girl one day. I don’t know when, I don’t know where, but it’s going to happen. I want my forever promised, and I want it promised with her.
I can’t imagine not waking up beside her in the morning, not kissing her as many times a day as possible, not seeing her rooting for me in the stands at my games, not ending the night with her in my arms as we fall asleep together. A future without her just doesn’t exist.
I can’t believe I even wasted time pursuing girls who weren’t her. It was always going to be Faye.
