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For anyone pushing through the pain every single day.
Because I kissed Willow Williams last night. And now I’m a dead man walking.
It’d be great if the world could stop telling Black girls what’s appropriate when it comes to our hair, but today is not that day.
“You should know better than anyone that people will forgive racism far faster than a sex scandal.”
“Oh, fuck off. That was a terrible joke. I’m throwing tomatoes at you in my head. Boo, hiss, get off the stage!”
Why be ashamed of something I can’t change about myself?
“I think I like it when you threaten me.” His grin widens a fraction more. “And that wasn’t flirting. Just a fact.”
“Hey, you said you liked them, right? Why wouldn’t I do something that makes you happy?”
He bought two hundred macarons because you said you liked them.
“You really have been obsessed with me forever.” I can’t believe he’s throwing that in my face right now. I’m pretty sure my jaw is hanging open. Never have I wished more that I hadn’t let the tequila loosen my lips that night. Maybe we do need to have another conversation about this, because I’ll die of embarrassment before we can even begin to fix his reputation if he keeps this up. I’m about to scold him, but then Dev says, “Good thing it’s mutual.”
But if I had to choose between hurting her and never racing again, I’d walk away from F1 in a heartbeat.
We both know what we want. What we need. The only question is whether we’re reckless enough to go after it.
She’s beaming up at me now, and I swear my heart doesn’t know what to do at the sight of it. I’m down so fucking bad.
“If this is such a bad idea,” he says, his voice tight, “then tell me why I want to kiss you again. Why I can’t get you out of my head. Why, every time I see you anywhere near another man, I want to drag him away from you and make sure he never comes close to you again. Tell me, Willow. Tell me why I feel that way.”
Dev and Willow, class clown and the girl trying not to laugh at all his jokes.
Her warm, soft mouth meets mine, and everything else in the world falls away. All the bullshit. All the drama. All the worry. It’s gone, and all I know is her. My sunshine. My moon guiding me in the darkness. My Willow.
“But just know that I’ll be here waiting, because I know exactly what I want—and it’s you.”
His voice is reverential as he says, “You’re all I want. Are you really going to let me have you?” I brush my lips across his and answer, “I’m already yours.”
I don’t need to hide a single aspect of myself from him. He’s already seen it all. And yet he’s still here, looking at me like I’m the center of his universe.
“You love me anyway.” “You’re right. I do.”
This girl is it for me. I just wish I’d realized it sooner, because no matter how much time we’re given together, it will never be enough.
“I think I’ve been in love with you for most of my life.” It’s a vulnerable admission, but she eases the seriousness by teasing, “About time you caught up.”
“I think it might even be fate.” “Written in the stars, huh?”
“Willow Williams,” he begins. He’s going for serious, but he’s fighting what’s bound to be the world’s widest grin. “My sunshine girl. My macaron-loving menace. Absolute love of my life. Will you marry me?”
I stare up at him, my heart near bursting. He’s right. I’m all his. Just like he’s all mine. Guess that’s fate for you.
