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for all the eldest daughters, grab an iced coffee and a snack, and dive in, bestie.
Nothing hypes me up like a good song
Me: Were you suffering when that woman’s tongue was down your throat?
“You’re always open for me, girlie.”
Uncle Joey kicked the bucket a few days ago. So I’m your new daddy now.”
“What’s your name?” I ask the first guy with the beard. “I already told you: your new daddy.”
I'm not a fragile peony. I’m a goddamn willow tree.
They’d probably tell me to run to our cousin with it, but she’s married to the president of the Rosewood Reapers. And his brother. And the Vice President.
Jagger is a lying, cheating, big-dicked asshole who can’t be trusted with anything, least of all an apple. And definitely not my apple.
“bless their hearts.” It’s basically code for fuck you but politely.
But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I could pick Coraline Carter out of a crowd with all my senses bound.
“You know I’m not into sharing, man.”
“You’ve been talking to Coraline—my Coraline?”
But the idea of her with him? Nah, that shit is unacceptable.
“I think you should worry less about cats and more about your pesky little stalking habit.”
“There’s only one cat I’m worried about, baby.”
“Nah, I’d never joke about your pussy, baby. I don’t want her to get mad at me.”
Well, fuck that and fuck him. I’m no one’s fool.
Me loving anyone seems an unlikely situation. But me loving Coraline Carter and then losing her feels more unimaginable than some rare olfactory condition. It feels like a cruel twist of fate.
“If you wanted to touch me so bad, all you had to do was ask, Coraline.”
“Don’t you ever disrespect her again, you hear me?” Jagger points at the mouthy guy, Axel.
“No. Don’t look at her. Don’t even fucking think about her. And I’ll know if you do, yeah?”
Me: No need to call the sheriff, I’ve got handcuffs we can use if you want. I could be into a little role play.
And Coraline Carter is the most permanent feeling I have.
God she looks fucking magnificent like this. All amped up, ready to breathe fire down on anyone who gets in her way. Wearing a white summer dress with her hair wild around her face like some kind of mane, black and white checkered Vans on her feet. She’s fucking perfect.
“Jagger . . .” she hedges. “Jasper,” I correct. She shakes her head, her eyes squinting. “What?” “As my girlfriend, it’s important for you to know my real name.”
“I’ll do more than help you. I’m gonna be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. Oscar-worthy, baby, mark my words.”
“Don’t you worry about what my girl does for me, yeah?” He shakes his head with subdued laughter, like he doesn’t understand me. “I hope you know what you’re doing, man. I’d hate to see her eat you alive. Again.”
My free hand ghosts over my inner bicep, the pads of my fingers pressing against the tattoo there. A perfect bite mark from my perfect girl. I can’t wait to watch her reaction when she finally sees it.
“You lookin’ for me, baby?”
“You thinkin’ about me, Jasper?” she counters, all sass.
“There she is, my greedy girl.” “Shut up and kiss me,” she snaps.
“You think rules will save you from me, baby?” My voice is low, a soft tenor reserved only ever for her. “I don’t need saving, Jagger,” she practically snarls.
Coraline Carter is beautiful, but when she’s mad, she’s fucking magnificent.
And absolutely no falling in love.”
“Morning, baby,” he drawls, his tone deep and raspy. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to mask the effect he has on me. “What are you doing here?” He saunters in, looking entirely too comfortable in my space. “Thought I’d stop by and see my girl.”
“You let me know if you get any trouble, yeah? I’ll take care of it for you.”
“What are we doing, Jasper?” I mentally pat myself on the back for my even tone. “I already told you, baby. Bringing you back to me.”
“I’m here.” “Just to be sure though,” he murmurs against my lips. My eyelashes flutter closed without my permission as he kisses the hell out of me.
“Making sure you don’t misunderstand me when I tell you that my favorite dessert is your cunt.”
“Is there something going on between you and Hawke?”
“Why? Would you be jealous if you knew Hawke was crawling into my bed every night?”
“Are you not mine, baby?”
“We’re pretending, Jasper.”
forgotten when I feel his cock press against me. Jesus Christ, how am I still surprised by the size of him? He was just grinding me against his door. “Does this feel fake to you, baby?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Fuck it,” I murmur, leaning in and sealing my lips to his.
It’s been three days since our Grand Avenue haunted tour date. Technically, sixty hours since I last kissed my girl. Which is fifty-nine hours too many if you ask me.
It’s officially the start of day three, and I’m gonna go see my girl.
“Another coffee delivery?” He leans casually against the counter, a playful glint in his eye. “Thought I’d surprise my best girl.”
“Is this your master plan? Convince the town and everyone we’re dating by bringing me coffee in the mornings?” He grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’d be easier if you were in my bed, but I can work with this.”
