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February 3 - February 3, 2024
To any readers who’ve ever wanted to be degraded by a scary, tattooed hockey player with a filthy mouth. This one’s for you.
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.”
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.”
little trouble?” “When it’s fun sized and dangerously addictive like you, I am very afraid.”
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.”
“I’m all for bettering myself. But I have to warn you, I’m more of a hands-on learner.” He has the fucking gall to wink at me. WINK!
“Considering you’d have a heart attack if you knew what actually went through my mind, it is definitely my best behavior.”
I don’t condone ever making a girl cry. Unless she’s crying while you give her the best orgasm of her life.
KIT: I’m going to finish reading this dirty little book of yours, and then I’m going to have you show me exactly how you want me to touch you.
FAYE: Fuck me. KIT: That’s Plan A. FAYE: I mean…fuck you! KIT: There’s twenty-five more letters in the alphabet I can use. We can do this whichever way you want.
“You cooked this for me?” I ask incredulously, moving my back higher up against the headboard. “I tried,” he chuckles, placing the overflowing tray in my lap. “The black things are supposed to be pancakes.”
I titter. “Regret it?” He snorts. “Please. How many books could you need?” “That sounds like a challenge,” I muse, arching my brow, a sinister gleam in my eyes.
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 a loving grin. “I’d annotate an entire library for you if it meant that I got to see you smile.”
“I underlined things that reminded me of you.” He even doodled small hearts. Hearts. Like a teenage boy who has a school-grade crush on a girl.
