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“Trust me, Cat. Forming words would be the last thing you could do if I had my way with you,” he whispers.
Think with your brain, not your tits. Think with your brain, not your tits.
“Careful, sweetheart, if you trip over yourself again, I’d think you're trying to do it just for me to catch you,”
He’s not even here and I can still feel him everywhere. He’s started to unravel me already and I hate it.
or if it’s because he’s talking about the most perfect woman I have ever laid my eyes on.
“Jesus, fuck. What is that smell?” Wes asks, scrunching his nose up. “Connor is cooking,” Archer says, his voice low and gruff from the couch. “That explains it,” Wes says, nodding. “Connor is right here, you imbeciles,” I say. “Connor is also referring to himself in third person,” Archer grumbles. “And I’m baking, not cooking. There’s a difference,” I say, ignoring him. “Right, one of them you’re actually slightly better at and the other…” He peers over at the tray of cookies. “...Not so much.”
I know for a fact if I saw him in his uniform, his helmet in hand, I would lose all composure and fold like a lawn chair.
It’s hard to miss Catherine Fables. Especially when she’s all I fucking see sometimes.
“Nothing gets me going more than ink on paper.”
Just as Cat turns to leave, she looks over her shoulder, her eyes dip to my shoes as I spread out on the bench and then back to my eyes. And then she fucking smiles. At. Me.
It’s impossible for someone to get more and more beautiful every time I see them, right? Like, that shouldn’t happen. So, why is it when I look into those dark brown eyes, I can see a golden pool of light swirling within them that I’ve never seen before?
If Cat actually took one look at me without dying to take a jab at me, she would see that I’ve been at her feet for years waiting for the day she’ll give some of herself to me.
“You’re ridiculous,” I snort. “I’m your favourite kind of ridiculous, Cat, we both know that.” “For someone who says they don’t know how to talk to people, you talk a lot of bullshit,” I shout back at him which only makes him smile harder. His eyes squint, those infuriatingly perfect lips spreading across his face as his cheeks flush. “Only for you,” he says, pointing at me. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“That, my love…” JoJo sighs, locking eyes with me as she tells me what she’s thinking straight up. “Is the stupidest shit I’ve heard in my whole life.”
“I really am busy.” “Yeah, doing what?” he asks. I dip my apple slice into the peanut butter, covering it completely before shoving it into my mouth. “Busy people things,” I respond around a mouthful. “Busy people things, huh?” he repeats. “Mm hm,” I muffle. He sighs loudly. “Open the door, Catherine. I’ve been standing outside for the last ten minutes.” My eyebrows knit together in confusion. What the hell… “Ten minutes?” I repeat. “I called you two minutes ago.” He groans at me like I’m missing something. “Yeah, and I’ve been standing out here for ten.” “Why?” I say, exasperated as I stand
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But he made these. For me.
“I added crushed up Oreo’s in there ‘cause I know you like them,” he says sweetly. Jesus Christ. He added in Oreo’s because he knows that I like them.
“You’re right. The icing does tie it together.” I open and close my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “It tastes much better coming from you, though.”
Either she’s just a really nice person, or she’s madly in love with me. Unfortunately for me, there’s no in-between.
She’s so fucking pretty.
“Your mind is extraordinary, Cat, you know that?” I watch as her face softens a little before a ridiculous smile spreads across her face. “I know,” she sighs, throwing her hair over her shoulder in that simple yet sexy way that I like. “God, it’s exhausting being this incredible every day.”
“You think she thinks about me?” He shakes his head. “You didn’t hear me,” he replies. “I said constantly.”
“Your outfit looks really good,” Wes says, and my attention is drawn back to the two of them. Nora holds eye contact with him as Elle bumps her shoulder into mine as if to say are you seeing this. And the fuck I am. Wes flirts with everyone, but this… This feels different. He seems nervous, which is unusual. “You look, uh, pretty, I meant.” “Thank you,” Nora replies after what feels like an eternity of them just looking at each other. “Give us a spin,” I say, nodding to her. She really does pull off the brunette version of Rapunzel with her dark brown curls and bright green contacts. She
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“What I want isn’t out there,”
“And what is it that you want?”
“You know exactly what it is that I want,”
He gives me what I want – no, what I need – as he presses his weight into me. Holy fuck. I can feel every part of him like this. Every part. Including the part that wants this the most.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. My eyebrows pull together. She’s thanking me? What did I do that needs a thank you from her? Does she not know that I’d lay at her feet all day if she asked me to? “No one’s ever done that for me before.”
Still, after we’ve been attached to each other for a few minutes, I try to ease up off her. She doesn’t budge. Instead, she pulls me closer. “No,” she whispers. “Don’t let go yet.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mocks. “Anything for you, Connie boy.”
We’re just friends.” “Friends,” I bite the word out as if it has personally offended me in some way. “Is the very last thing on my mind when it comes to you, and you know that.”
It’s the oldest trope in the book.
And then he smiled. At me.
“How many times are you going to fall into me, Cat?” he murmurs before setting me straight. I brush off my shoulders as if he’s left a mark there. “How many times are you going to catch me?” I retort. “As many times as it takes,”
“Are you not going to talk?” She shakes her head. “You’re on your knees in front of me. My thoughts are not very PG right now.” Fuck me.
Another constant? The way I feel about Catherine Fables.
“I’m meant to be a professional today.” “It’s a shame,” I whisper, lowering my face so my mouth is hot against her cheek. I hear her take in a sharp inhale, and I press a soft kiss to the space behind her ear. “I want to be very, very unprofessional with you, sweetheart.”
“You’re a fucking poet, Bailey,” Wes exclaims, clasping his hands on my shoulders, shaking me. “You, like, completely spoke to my soul just then. I’m in awe.”
“Don’t use the word ‘wet’ when you’re talking about my girl,” I say, scrubbing my hands against my face. I swear I’m getting a headache just by being in his presence. “Sorry,” he laughs, clutching his chest. “Did you just say, ‘my girl’?” He continues laughing and I just blink at him. “You’re down bad way more than I thought, Connie. You’re in some deep shit.”
I just had phone-sex with my best friend’s brother. What is life?
“Catherine likes me,” I whisper into her neck, blowing a raspberry and she laughs, gasping for air. I plant more kisses across her face and neck until she’s covered with me. “You like me. You like me. You like me.”
“Baby,”
He bakes, I watch. It’s a good combination.
my surprise for Cat.
I could watch you watch paint dry, Cat. Everything you do is entertaining to me.
Everyone needs somebody sometimes and that’s fine.
I want to know everything about her. I want to know her life so well that I know her better than I know myself.
“I’m here now and I’m here forever,” I tell her. “Yeah?” “Yep. Until you get completely sick of me and my baking,” I say and she laughs, the sound rushing over me like a wave. “Until then, I’m yours, Catherine. All yours.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that, Connor,” she says, dropping her eyes to the set of combs she has in front of her. When her eyes meet mine again in the mirror, my chest almost explodes. “I appreciate you.”
“You really care about me, huh?” she asks, holding my gaze. “Of course I do,” I whisper, shaking my head at the sad look in her eyes.
