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This one is different, though. He even has a dead mom,” Caleb adds far too excitedly.
“I love when their mom is dead. It makes things so much easier around the holidays.”
Terrible but often true
“Eat however much you want, Win.” I take the drink, leaning toward him. “That might be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me, Caleb.”
That dirty talk is off the charts
I will keep wearing this costume until the joke gets old. That wasn’t a lie. But it’s also because—let’s be real—I look hot in it.
Yessss
I fetch floss, mouthwash, deodorant, and a few makeup wipes for a quick downstairs clean. It may throw off my pH balance, but that’s Win of tomorrow’s problem.
We’ve all been here
“It’s not a Rubik’s Cube; it’s my penis.”
Never would I have compared a penis to a Rubik’s Cube…I’ll allow it
I know I have zero claim over the guy, but I don’t particularly enjoy him having an enemies-to-lovers meet cute with the Antichrist.
I’m sleeping on a couch—it’s a pull-out. Ha. Pull-out. Should’ve maybe tried that.
ONS surprise pregnancy jokes!
I think some people have loneliness built in. It often seemed that there was not enough attention in the world that could fill that void inside her.
Deep. And heartbreakingly true
Regardless, I always knew I was loved. Even if I wanted the love from my mother delivered differently.
Damn if that doesn’t sum up complicated parental love
“This is who you are, baby. And it’s beautiful.” She stepped back, admiring the row of us girls with a fondness that still sits lodged in my heart. “You can’t change anything by hiding it. You’ll just look back on memories and realize you tried to erase yourself. And how sad that would be.”
We need more of this teaching
When he feels my touch, he removes his hand from his face and moves to hold my hand instead, bringing my wrist to his mouth and pressing his lips to my pulse point. It’s not sexual at all. It’s for the purpose of giving and receiving comfort. It’s because neither of us knows what to say next.
“Did you just refer to your vagina as the eye of the storm?”
My new favorite descriptor
“The ultrasound is Friday afternoon, right? If he’s free afterward, you should invite him to our place. We’ll do a game night. If we all team up, we can see how he reacts to losing. That’s like a fundamental test of stability.”
It really is
“Maybe he’ll try to knock you up again.” “There will be absolutely none of that.” “What are you worried about? Twins? That’s not how it works.”
This friendship banter is next level killing me. In the best of ways
“No wonder you got pregnant. The guy had a direct line of sight to your ovaries! A clean shot!”
I would have also accepted “A kill shot” 👌
I make the schedule, mostly so I can control who closes the night before I open.
Service industry realness
Professor Bo? I could be into it. Yep—I checked with downstairs management. I am.
Downstairs management!!! The euphemisms be getting it in this 🤣
The haunted evil that washed over his features? The bass-deep tone to his lowered, gravel-like voice? I’d have gotten pregnant again, if such a thing was possible.
Boom…and you’re pregnant
“Sarah seemed to get on board with DND fast.” “I bet she’s going to say some real unhinged shit in bed tonight,”
This level friendship
I now realize it’s up to Bo and me to do the rest. Without a crash course from first-hand experience, we’ll need to be the ones to teach our kid how to navigate the world with that empathy. To see their privilege as a tool to use on behalf of others.
I’m not crying!!!
Because when you love someone this much, when you’ve seen their hurt and their heart and you recognize them as your own—you’re left with no choice but to give yourself over to it.
Fine now I’m crying
Our souls were tied a long time ago, I think. We’re just finally admitting it to each other.
“But it is my job to love you the way you deserve to be loved from now on.”
Can I search for this on Indeed?
No expectations. No demands. Not a single ounce of selfishness.
I’m not sure this exists outside of books but I’m willing to be proven wrong
