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“Oh. My God...” “The Lord isn’t on your vocabulary list tonight, pretty girl,”
can’t blame her for assuming that, brother. You look like a cute little domesticated housewife in that thing,”
Beneath me, the chair creaks a subtle complaint, reminding me of yet another thing that needs fixing in this house. Or maybe it’s a nudge for me to lay off the late-night snacks. But let’s be real—tightening a few screws is the easier fix by far.
But she wasn’t. I only saw her for two seconds, and I could already tell. She’s cute and quick-witted, with a conscience, unlike the babbling dumbbells Nash normally brings home. She’s my type of girl, not his.
“Look at you, gotten yourself a boy toy,”
feel like I’m drowning every day, struggling to keep my head above water.
The past may have left its mark, but it doesn’t define me.
I can do this one last time. “But you’ll be alone again then,”
I don’t know what she’s pleading for, but I would give her all of me right here, right now. A kidney? Sure, take it. You know what, take the leg I have left. I don’t need it anyway.
“I just didn’t want that guy to have it or for it to be lost in his damn boat,” I tell her, meaning every word. “I would love for you to have it, though.” You can have all of me.
“Keep your hands off my car!” As I quickly reattach the loose battery cable, I don’t say a word, my fingers deftly working the connection back into place. With a satisfying click, the car is ready to start again, and I close the hood with a thud. Before North can say anything else, I turn on my heel and flip him off over my shoulder as I yell, “You’re welcome!”
She’s my person, and I’m hers.
“Kinda wanna take you out for dinner and kinda want you to be my dinner.”
She laughed because of me.
It’s unfair how every other man pales in comparison when next to one of the Jones brothers.
She’s a little weird, but it’s kind of adorable.
“Man, you’re beautiful,” he tells me, making North and Saylor scoff simultaneously.
“Morning, Casper,” she whispers. “Good morning, Boo,”
Maybe I can keep her.
Then, the pull takes hold.
You can’t have feelings for a ghost, Sloan. Where would that lead? Only more pain for both of us.
“Can I keep you?” I ask, my soft voice cracking with emotion as my eyes well up too. “As long as I can keep you.”
“Bye, Casper,” she whispers. “Bye, Boo,” I whisper back, just before I’m gone.
My own son prefers his uncle to his dad. Not that I could hold it against him. I would too.
whisper, “When I think about you, I touch myself.” She lets out a short breath in reply, but I can see the side of her mouth turn up slightly before she counters, “Yeah, me too. I rub my temples because you give me a damn headache.”
“Here, you need to hold this,” he tells me, holding out his hand curled in a fist, concealing whatever is in it. I assume he wants to give me another piece of sea glass, so I reach out my hand. Instead, he uncurls his fist and interlocks his fingers with mine.
Did Thundercunt just admit that he was wrong? And that he likes somebody?
Not only is this basically making her a trophy, but she wants them all, and they want her to choose? Idiots. I can’t believe I’m related to these fucking idiots.
I’m a crier, not a quitter. I’m just gonna cry about it while I do it.
They only confirmed what I knew all along. Nobody wants to deal with my kind of crazy. And when push comes to shove, I’m on my own.
“Siren, wait!” “Shortcake, please!” “Blue!” I don’t even turn or slow my brisk walk as Saylor and I make our way toward the exit, only putting up my finger and flipping them off over my shoulder. “The crazy one is done with you.”
