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“You’re like sunshine, you know? Sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I always feel so much better when you’re around.” Her swallow is audible. “I’ll be your sunshine anytime, Wyatt.”
Shoot me in the foot
And because I’m in love with her, I have to let her go. So I don’t lean in and kiss her. I don’t throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of the water and lay her down in the back seat of the truck. I don’t tell her how I feel. I don’t do any of that. Instead, I paste on a smile and pry my hands off her waist. “C’mon, Sunshine,” I say. “It’s getting dark. Let’s get you home.”
Gimme the gun
The girl I’ve been in love with for twelve years—the girl I can’t touch—has been back in our hometown since the end of August, and being around her so much has made me more heartsick than I’ve been in a long-ass time.
How much can I take before I pop a woody and come in my pants like a teenager?
relatable
“I have a favor to ask.” I reach for the thermos and refill the cup, grateful for the excuse to not look at Wyatt. “Answer’s yes.” “Let me ask it first.” “Answer’s still yes.”
swoon master
Oh my God, it’s a cowboy. It’s my cowboy, and I’m so fucking happy he’s here that I want to yell.
I blink. “You’re making pot roast?” “Your mom’s pot roast, to be specific. I told her that I remembered it being one of your favorites, and she showed me how to make it. I figured it’d be a good thing for date night because all the prep work would be done by the time you got here.”
“What kind of man lets his partner pass up the opportunity of a lifetime?” “Wyatt doesn’t know—” “I can’t believe he betrayed me this way.”
im actually about to smight john b into the amazon rain forest covered in prime rib
But then he grabs the rifle out of my hands with a quickness I didn’t know he was capable of at his age. He raises it, aiming the barrel at my chest. “Just who I was lookin’ for.” I’m so taken aback—this is so out of character for him—that it takes a full beat for my brain to unscramble the events as they happen. First, John B puts his hand on the trigger. Second, he closes his left eye, aiming for my heart.
homegirllllllll
