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Taylor
Conor
Taylor
Conor
Taylor
Taylor
She’s standing beside
Buy a man flowers, at least. Or hell, lead off with a good joke. But it is what it is, I suppose.
Men
Because whoever is torturing this poor girl is certainly watching us right now and they can eat shit. “Lead the way, babe.”
Which is even more reason to get the hell out of here before I catch feelings. Because Conor Edwards is absolutely the guy you fall for before you learn that girls like me don’t get guys like him.
“Babe, you’ve got the kind of body that boys build in their heads under the sheets after dark.”
“I mean it.” His voice thickens. “I’ve been sitting here having filthy thoughts about you all night. Don’t mistake my manners for indifference.”
Mmm he’s hot for her. Wonder what is really thinking.
“You’re ridiculously attractive, Taylor.” This time when he speaks, I don’t doubt his sincerity, if perhaps his sanity. I suppose someone like him doesn’t get around so much by being picky. “Don’t spend any more time believing otherwise.”
I don’t. Instead, I give myself permission to pretend that someone like Conor Edwards is actually into me.
truly believe that all body types are beautiful. It’s only when I look in the mirror that I forget.
From the first whistle, Coach has been on a rampage like he just found out Jake Connelly knocked up his daughter or something.
Because
Lot 251 per one billion.
Fake it till you make it, right?
Taylor Marsh has no idea how cool she is, and that’s a fucking shame.
don’t live my life on the basis of other people’s opinions or to please anyone but myself.
Okay, maybe
“Do you still have your V-Card?” she demands. “I’m as yet unacquainted with his penis.”
“Society tells boys to divide and conquer, and tells girls to save ourselves for some younger future version of our father. Just doing some quick math in my head and…yep, that comes out to a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. Your self-worth is not tied up in your vagina or how many girls came before you.”
I’ve never needed a father. Mom was more than enough, and if you asked her she would say the same thing—that I was enough for her, too.
both of us know what it’s like to watch our mothers struggle and be helpless to fix anything.
