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country music superstar Skylar Stone is mean-mugging me for interrupting her video.
how dumb is she
Then I feel the hot, damp breath of the grizzly as it sniffs the back of my neck.
Yeah no you would be dead
“Only a man would think he can fight a grizzly bear with his bare hands.” “Rich coming from the woman who just tried to take her photo with one.” “It was a video!”
Girl be fr
“Weston Belmont. Rose Hill’s very own Super-Crocodile-Dundee-Man at your service,” I reply with a dramatic salute.
Hihi
The steel grip on my bicep as he threw us to the ground. The scratch of his callouses against my skin as he told me it would all be okay. The tattoos on his knuckles that I stared at every time he scrubbed his beard.
Same girl same
He’d be overly concerned about the person I’m dating tarnishing my pristine America’s sweetheart reputation.
Shes american?
Weston Belmont saved me from a grizzly bear. Saved me from myself, really. From my own naiveté.
Yeah cause you were dumb af back there
I’m following him down a backcountry road in the middle of the Canadian wilderness, daydreaming about his big fucking hands.
I get it
I’m going to record my own album.
Okay taylor swift
“Too slow!” Cherry squawks from her cage on the backseat. This bird loves car rides.
Wtf
I swallow and take a new vow of celibacy because dick will not help my predicament.
Sure
hear him mutter to himself from the other side of his truck, “Fuckin’ Tesla and a talking bird.”
Lmaooo
The reason I haven’t gotten you out here yet is that the cottages aren’t ready to go,
SHE CAN STAY AT WEST'S HOUSE
Stay at their house? “Oh, I would never impose like that,”
The cabin behind west's house perhaps?
“And I know a place you can stay. My brother has a bunkhouse.”
YES
Earlier, I watched Rosalie casually dust the cobwebs from it with her bare hands.
Lmaooo
“You didn’t like ‘doll’ or ‘bird girl.’ And your complete lack of any fine lines is pretty fancy.”
Fancy face is the worst of all the nickname tbh
I glance down and realize I’m wearing the “This Guy Rubs His Own Meat” apron that Rosie got for me last Christmas.
Lmao i want that pls
Fuck Weston Belmont and his thick thighs
Yeah fuck him
In fact, the entire thing ended in laughter as West carried me out into the yard and acted as though he’d just rescued me from a burning building. He’ll never know, but in that moment, he healed me.
I love west we say in unison
“Yeah, but I’m the best on the team. Even if I’m tired, I’ll be better than everyone else.”
The line is fine between confident and insufferable
When we round the corner out of the trees, West is standing at the front door, shoulder propped against the frame as though he knew we’d be coming.
HEY BABE
He’s wearing boxers and absolutely nothing else.
AYO
“Maybe we should exchange numbers? Just in case she finds herself at my place again? Then I could drop you a line, so you don’t worry.”
Yeah just in case
West freezes and doesn’t bother turning to face me. He drops his chin, dimples denting his cheeks as he stares down at his feet. “Fancy face, are you spying on me?”
Damn it he chose the worst nickname
The two of us, drawn to each other like moths to a flame.
Like a moth to a flame, Ill pull you in, I pulled you baaaack
Maybe it’s just today. Or maybe there’s something in the air. Maybe there’s a cosmic force in the stars I was just staring at that makes it so we’re constantly thrust into each other’s paths. Whatever it is, there’s an uncanny vibe about the whole thing. Serendipitous even.
Okay Taylor Swift
“What about my thighs?” I hold my hands up and make a squeezing motion with both. “They’re meaty.”
Hey wtf girl
But as fun as this is, guys like West and girls like me don’t work. Not in the long run anyway.
Girl dont piss me off
“I think I saw something in the trees.” “Was it your ability to lie fleeing the premises?”
Lmaooo
The urge to touch him overwhelms me. The tip of my pointer finger finds that hole in his tee and trails a circle on his bare skin. His rough hand lands at my waist. Gripping me. Making me wish not so many layers of clothing separated the feel of his fingers on my skin.
Now kiss
But in one sweeping motion, I push up onto my toes, press a hand against West Belmont’s chest…and kiss him.
YESSSS
The fact that West is standing stiff as a board, borderline pushing me away, has alarm bells sounding in my head.
West wtf
Okay, so Skylar Stone kissed me. I don’t think she meant anything by it. It was a momentary lapse of judgment, obviously.
Bro are you dumb?
I could easily be Skylar’s friend. Sometimes friends accidentally kiss. Sometimes friends get accidental raging hard-ons thinking about said kiss. Totally normal.
Yeah right
I don’t open my eyes, but I smile when I feel Ollie’s quiet presence as he crawls in on the other side and presses his back against mine. I can hear the soft flick of the pages in his book as he turns them.
Yeah ok this very cute
“Real good, Doris. How about you?” “Knees are sore. Otherwise, can’t complain. Got a roof over my head, food in my belly, and a husband with a big dick.”
Ayo
“Right, another one of your friends. So help me, Weston, if I catch you shotgunning these cans out here…”
DORIS LMAO
“Okay, well, you’ve got a roof over your head at the bunkhouse. I’m about to buy you a plate of wings. And I have a big dick, but I can’t marry you.”
Prove it
“Oh, do you not usually show your friends your dick?”
GIRL PLS
“Hey, can you send me Skylar’s email?” Ford’s gruff voice filters back through my receiver. “Why? Doesn’t she live within spitting distance of you? Ask her yourself.” “I want it to be a surprise.” “This may come as a shock to you, but women don’t actually like surprise dick pics.” “Get outta here. I have never sent a dick pic in my life.”
FORD PLS
Bree
Who tf is she?
Or do I just say fuck it and kiss her myself?
FUCK IT
skinny blue jeans that are so tight they look painted on.
Girl are you really 26? Cause I am and havent worn skinny jeans for the last 6 years
Then he looks me up and down. Twice. His teeth strum across his full bottom lip and a low groan rumbles in his chest.
Just fuck him already
“Look. At. You.” He smirks, softly shaking his head as he saunters toward me.
Its giving husband obsessed with his wife
But if she were a suspect in a crime, I’d never be able to give the cops any clothing details for a sketch.
Lmaoooo
“You gonna touch your cheek and make out with your hand later?”
Why wasnt he that funny in his own book
“Where do you live?” I ask, always snooping for more. “Florida.”
Of all places
But it doesn’t last because Tabitha’s next bit of honesty darkens it. “My sister died.”
Ayo what
