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“Will you two get the fuck down here and stop gabbing?” Huxley yells. “Dude, my balls just shriveled,” JP says, gripping my shoulder. “My penis totally just turtled.” I step to the side and push JP forward. “You first, you’re older. You’ve experienced more life than me.” “Barely,”
Reaching up to the wall, I rap my knuckle four times. Like clockwork, she knocks three. Four knocks for four letters in love. Three knocks for three letters in you.
So I might not talk about the menial things like the girls I take out or hook up with because it has no value to our friendship. But the important things? Those are the things I tell you about, and that’s what should matter the most.”
I’m not desperate or anything, but I also don’t want to be lonely.” “I totally get that. I’m the same way. I don’t need someone to be happy, but it’s fun to do things with someone . .
“Fuck, if you were my fiancée, my wife, I’d never let you leave the bedroom. Your voice would be hoarse from every fucking orgasm I gave you.”
First and foremost, I love her. I let that sink in. I let myself sit in my feelings and understand them. Lia is the most precious person in my life. She’s my ride or die. She means everything to me. She’s my girl.
“Well, when I was spiraling, I decided to donate money to make me feel better,” JP says. “I know of a great pigeon rescue that could use another donor.” I look him dead in the eyes and say, “I’m not feeding into your pigeon obsession. You can fuck off with that.”
It’s hard to be in love with someone when they don’t treat you like they love you. They can say the words, like he did, but he didn’t prove it. He didn’t act on his love. It’s about the little things, you know? The things you don’t even notice until they’re done.
