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I’m running late. Again. Punctuality is important to me, it really is. I’m just not always very good at it.
However, I did not account for the spirit of Satan being in the entirety of the city’s driving population today, so now I’m going to be late.
“Can we start over? Like pretend some jackass in the parking lot didn’t just hit your very shiny, very nice car with his very old, environmentally conscious, baby blue Toyota?”
Her smile is everything to me, like it might make my brain melt the way her cheeks push up her eyelids and she tries to keep her lips closed.
As if her face isn’t already perfect, she needed to have a dimple. Sure.
Vanessa is hot, like stupid hot. She is hotter than me, I am aware. I would probably have to be an Avenger, or a fucking vampire to be as hot as she is.
Hot, and charming. Deadly combination.
“No, no, Vanessa. Tennis is tennis. Pickleball is kind of like tennis, but smaller. More like ping pong.” “I’ve never heard of it,” she says. “You must not spend much time with middle-aged people.”
It appears that working out is higher on her list of priorities than, oh I don’t know, explaining to me why my life has been sent through a garbage disposal.
“Ultimately, we’re all family,” Vanessa says. “And family takes care of family.” This is very Fast & Furious of her, but I don’t mention it.
they’ve made themselves very clear: do my research, act the part, get new clothes, and fix my gross, stupid hair.
I can handle any number of things on my own, but I didn’t realize how nice it is, sometimes, to have someone whose job is to handle things with you.
I don’t know how to tell her she’s the most beautiful woman, monster or not, that I’ve ever seen, and with every day that passes in her presence, I’m increasingly certain that there’s hardly a bad or cruel or monstrous thing about her.
I never expected to greet a morning where Mary would be defending a guy, much less Nate, who she has on many occasions called a ‘weak, strange little man.’
We shouldn’t, not when she’s soon to be engaged to the one noble mob boss in the universe.
the sooner she marries that man, the sooner they can figure out who’s been targeting them, the sooner I can get out of her house and her life forevermore, amen and amen.
It’s only tomorrow from now on, just tonight is canceled.
“You know what I am,” Vanessa says. “I do. I think you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I don’t understand it either,” I admit. “But I want you all the time. Forever. And I can’t keep pretending that interviewing these men doesn’t make my blood boil
“I lied, Vanessa!” I press on even with the cracking of my voice. “I lied. You scared the shit out of me, and I was falling in love with you, and I thought you could never be with me, and I lied.”
“I love you,” he says, pauses, then rushes on, “I am criminally, fatally in love with you, and you can try to marry someone else, but I’m not going to leave. I like your house too much and I like you too much to ever be away from you.”
