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Either the recipe was wrong about the baking temperature, or my oven was sent straight from hell. I’m betting on the latter.
Is that rude? Yeah, for sure, but a man’s gotta do what he can to keep from being murdered by his best friend.
Jeremy. Fucking Jeremy. The human embodiment of a piece of shit.
Her smile says she’d offer up a slice of homemade apple pie in a heartbeat, but her eyes say it might just be laced with arsenic.
Her long vowels and honeyed drawl tell me she’s from somewhere in the Deep South. She could insult my entire bloodline and make it sound sweet.
“And that was the woman of my dreams,” Dev says wistfully as he watches her go. “I’m only slightly less scared of her than I am of my mother.”
“Those colors have no business together unless they’re on a flag or a Popsicle,”
snatch various shirts, skirts, and pants from the bag and toss them into a pile of patriotism
And I’m suddenly no longer confident in my abilities to keep things platonic.
That’s one more thing I can credit Willow with. Not only is she my good luck charm, but she’s the only person I know who can leave me speechless.
“You wanna eat these with me? Or are you going to be a tattletale? Because snitches don’t get macarons.”
It feels dangerous. Like a warning shot I should heed. Except the shot thrills me instead of scaring me off.
I’m a goddamn delight,
Shit, did I conjure her? Could she feel me thinking from floors above? Am I about to find out I’m actually a wizard?
he lovingly sets Ellie down and strides over to my desk like he hasn’t just said something to wreck my whole world.
She’s only been back in my life for a matter of weeks, and yet she’s managed to brush the edges of my every thought.
He makes these comments so lightly, tossing them out like he utters them all the time, but every one hits me with the impact of a sucker punch.
He can’t make me feel like I’m firmly ensconced in the center of his world when I’m supposed to stay on the periphery.
“I get that you want to keep things professional. And I get that we as women have to tolerate being slapped with ugly names and labels when we get involved with men in positions of power. And I even understand that you don’t want to jeopardize your brother’s friendships. But, Willow, if you let that man slip away…then you’re a coward.”
“It was all perfect. Like it was written in the stars.” “Written in the stars, huh?” “Pure fate. Kismet. Red string and all that.” “And you believe in it?” “Considering you’re in my arms right now, I have to.” “Sap,” she mumbles, threading her fingers through my hair. “Keep talking.”
Even if this doesn’t turn out to be the best date of my life, it’s definitely the most expensive one I’ve ever been on.
Dev pulls back first, inspecting me for a second. With a soft chuckle, he dips his head and ruffles his hair like an embarrassed teenage boy who’s just had his first kiss. For a man I’d enthusiastically describe as incredibly sexy, the move is adorable.
He might as well be the human embodiment of sunshine.
it’s killing me not to blurt out, Hey, man, I’m in love with your sister, and for some bizarre reason, she loves me back. Please don’t break my ribs.
“I’m performing a grand romantic gesture by sneaking into your home at midnight and trying to avoid a make-out session that your dog is very insistent on having.
“How I feel doesn’t matter, though. Because that’s my problem. Not yours. So stop tap-dancing around me like I’m an idiot who can’t handle being uncomfortable, and just stop lying.”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” he says. “But you make me nervous, Willow Williams.” “Me?” I have to scoff. “Why?” “Because I’m so in love with you that it hurts.”
He drops his lips to mine. And finally, Dev smudges my lipstick.
