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“No collar.” She hums, studying him thoughtfully, and her mouth tugs into a frown. “He doesn’t look well taken care of, either. Look how skinny he is.”
“It’s possible he’s been missing for a while. Maybe he escaped from a house nearby. He could have owners looking for him.”
There’s a pecking order inside this vehicle, and stray puppies trump asshole ex-boyfriends.
“It’s not an insult. With those tan and black markings and the shape of his ears and nose, my guess is he’s at least part German Shepherd. But I doubt anyone would abandon a purebred, so there are probably some other breeds mixed in there, too.”
“But you like this one, right? Look at that widdle face.”
“I can keep him for now.” Her blue eyes light up, slightly red and glassy with tears. “You can?” “Temporarily,” I stress. “Only until we find him a good home.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll help you find a home for him. I know your schedule is hectic.”
On the plus side, this gives me another excuse to talk to her.
“Deke’s good,” I say. “Or Biscuit?” “Biscuit?” Confusion appears on her face.
“A hockey puck. But also, because he’s tan-colored, kind of like a real biscuit.”
“I like it.” “Biscuit it is.”
“Why don’t you drive anymore?” Nash presses. “You’ve had your license since you were sixteen.” Panic rises in my throat. “I don’t… like to?” His heavy sigh echoes off the bathtub tiles. “Level with me, Vi. I did you a solid by keeping the dog. You owe me one.”
“I just…” I trail off, scrunching up my mouth. Nausea creeps up on me. “Remember that multi-car pile-up on the freeway last January?” “What about it?”
“I was involved in that. Smack in the middle. I got hit by two different cars coming at me from opposite directions, and my car got pushed into the one in front of me. It was a total write-off.” “Holy shit. Were you okay?”
“A few bumps and bruises, but I wasn’t seriously injured. The person in the car next to me was critically injured, though. They had to cut her from her vehicle. Anyway, long story short, I was too scared to drive after it happened and then it just sort of—” my voice cracks, and I swallow. “Snowballed from there.”
“Vi. I’m sorry.”
“It’s stupid, right? I’m not even the one who got hurt.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“I know I’ll have to get past it eventually, it’s just easier to put it off until later.”
“I should get home. It’s late, and I have an early lecture tomorrow.”
“You still know my number, right?” “I do,”
“Text me, then, ’cause I can’t text you.” “Why not?” I look up at him in confusion.
“You changed yours.” “Oh. Yeah, guess I did.”
“Why did you do that? So I couldn’t call you?”
“No.”
it. “I changed it a few months after we broke up so I could tell myself that’s why you weren’t calling me. You know, instead of the real reason.”
“What do you think the real reason was?”
“That you didn’t want to.” “No, Vi. I didn’t think y...
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“But you must have tried at some point, if you know I changed my number.”
“Yeah, I tried to call you last year.” He
sheepish. “I was drunk after Vaughn’s twenty-first...
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“What were you going...
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“I have no idea.”
My pulse kicks up as he leans closer, his stubble scraping my skin. His nose brushes mine, and time stops, our lips hovering less than an inch apart. My brain and body are at complete odds, waging a civil war inside my head. My body thinks we’re home, while my brain says to run. My heart, which should be the tiebreaker, has recused itself from the vote due to a lack of impartiality.
Nash slowly lets me go, but one hand lingers on my waist while I fumble for my keys, unlocking the front door with shaky hands.
“Unless you’re ready to own up to your feelings for her, you probably don’t want to hear it.”
“For fuck’s sake, Banks. Are you going to make me say it?”
“Oh, I’ve known for a while. It’s obvious from the way you look at her. But I wasn’t sure if...
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“I’m well past the denial stage,”
“Now tell me what ‘hmm’ means.” “I don’t know if the close timing of the two events necessarily means anything other than shitty luck, but your reaction to this says it all.
bothers you because you wish you could’ve been there for her, and you wish she could ...
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“Though if you ask me, I think you’re more bothered about not being there for her than the other way around.”
“For what it’s worth, Violet looks at you the same way.” Does she?
This revelation leaves me more confused than ever. The absolute last thing I should be doing is complicating my senior year with a serious relationship. And there is no casual when it comes to me and Violet. If she’s even willing to forgive me in the first place.
Oh, that’s right, I’m whipped over Violet.
“Sit down.” He complies, easing down onto the upholstered surface with a smirk. “I like when you play rough.”
“I need to see all of your shoulder. Just take off your shirt, Nash. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
With a shrug, he grabs the back of his shirt and yanks it off, wincing slightly. Miles of sculpted muscle beneath smooth, taut skin greet me. His hair is still slightly damp from a post-practice shower,
Freshly showered Nash is my favorite kind. Stay prof...
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“Does that hurt?” He inhales sharply, talking through gritted teeth. “What do you think?”
