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My favorite books, love songs, movies, the ones that resonated with me, have kept me grieving long after I turned the last page, the notes faded out, or the credits rolled.
The only love I’ve ever known or craved is the kind that keeps me sick, sick with longing, sick with lust, sick with need, sick with grief. The distorted kind that leaves scars and jaded hearts.
Tyler’s lips tug up at the corners, amping his smile to the next level. “Just . . . Yesterday I lived somewhere else, and now I’m in a stranger’s yard.” “Crazy where a day can take you, huh?” “Exactly.”
“You’re fucking adorable. And beautiful. But let’s be honest, a little too young and good of a girl to be hanging out with us assholes.”
“Miss me, Pup?” “Maybe.” He leans down,
A giggle escapes me. “You makin’ fun of me, Pup?” “No, but you don’t think it’s a little weird you share a tattoo with that many grown men?”
“How’s it going, Pup?” I turn to see Sean mirroring me in wardrobe—khakis,
“Cecelia.” I could live every day of my life listening to the curl of his faint accent around my name.
“So, you hate the plant, huh, Pup?” Sean drawls as I watch Dominic sift through his toolbox. “Stop calling me that,” I say, elbowing him in the ribs. “Nope, the nickname stays.”
