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There’s no point in pretending otherwise—Daisy is beautiful. But she drives me insane. Challenges me at every turn. Tempts me beyond reason. She’s unpredictable. Chaotic. A perfect storm.
“My whole life is an adventure, Beckett. You should try stepping away from your laptop sometime. There’s a whole world out there and it’s big enough for both of us.”
A natural caretaker who patched up my bruises and helped me take care of a bird with a broken wing.
What’s the opposite of love? Contrary to popular belief, it is not hate. It’s indifference. Indifference is the opposite of love, and my apathy knows no bounds.
If I had a penny for all the stupid things I did as a teenager I’d have enough money to send my therapist on an all-expense paid trip to the Maldives.
Good luck, ladies. Prince Charmless is a real keeper. A little personality would go a long way.
She needs someone who challenges her. Not a yes man who would walk over hot coals if she asked him to.
Maybe I’m not known for my chivalry, but I’d like to believe that there is still some small part of me that is decent and honorable enough to defend a woman who says no when a man tries to force himself on her.
want a list of everyone who has ever hurt you. Give me their names and I will hunt them down and make them pay for it.”
“Sorry to deprive you of the sheer joy of seeking revenge, but save your energy for better things. I’ve moved on and I’m absolutely fine. The people who have wronged me hold no power over me.”
want to make it better like I used to when she was a little kid with blonde pigtails, and I was just a boy who would have done anything to make her smile. I want to slay her dragons. Fight her battles. Mend her bruises. But Daisy isn’t a little kid anymore and she’s not looking for a savior or a white knight.
“If I kiss you, will you turn into a prince?” He looks at me through hooded eyes. “Would you like that?” he asks, his voice low, raspy. “No. Not even a little bit.”
Fuck you, Beckett Heyward. I refuse to be any man’s mistake.
“And who is the real Daisy Larsson?” There are a million things I could say, but that was enough heavy, deep, and real for one day, so I opt to keep it light. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m the sunshine to your storm cloud.”
“Daisy Larsson is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s so fucking beautiful that it’s a miracle I haven’t run this car off the road.”
When Daisy showed me who she really is. Strong. Resilient. Too quick to forgive. A rebel. A fighter. A free spirit. An artist.
It dawns on me that Finn wasn’t my first love. Beckett was. Long before I even knew what love was, I loved him with all my heart.
“This is me fighting for you with everything in me. I’m choosing you, Daisy. I’m choosing you so that you can choose yourself. But just know that you’re my number one. You’re it for me. There is no one else. Only you,” he says, desperation seeping into every word. “So I’ll wait. And if you don’t come… I will still be waiting.”
The ball’s in my court. The choice is mine. Beckett has given up the one thing he’s always held on to so tightly. Control.
