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“Are you insane?” he asks, leaning across the table toward me. “You’ll have to go to dinner with me to find out.”
Sometimes I’d like to hide. If nobody can see you, they can’t see something they’d like to take.”
“I didn’t pick you up,” I point out. “You just sort of attached yourself to me.” “Like a cuddly and adorable koala.” “Or a parasite.”
I’m sick of being a sad, broken thing. If I want to go out to dinner with a man whore, that’s what I’m damn well going to do.
But knowing something and believing it are two different things.
“Maxy, I’m here, wearing an omelet yellow shirt and an apron, asking you to go steady with me.”
“What’s our thing? Boyfriends, lovers, partners? Sex cowboys?”
“Boyfriend, then. Whichever label means that we’re exclusive, and that nobody can touch you but me, that’s the one I want.”
“All right,” he says, smiling softly. “Boyfriends. You sure you know what that word means?” “Property of Luke Kelly—anybody who checks out your fine ass that isn’t me, dies a slow and painful death.”
Buckle up, Maxy, you might be in for a wild ride.”
“Good morning, baby,” I reply, because I’m a fucking sap, and he drooled all over me, and I want to keep him here forever.
“You’re not broken, Max. You’re beautiful and kind; you make me fucking laugh, and it’s not like you’re even trying to do it, but everything you say always ends up being what I needed to hear. I wanted you the moment you walked into the diner that night—I wanted to know you, and touch you, and just be around you. None of that changed when I found out about the party. I know you’re mad at me, and I’m going to do what you asked and leave, but I’m not leaving for good, okay? I’m not walking away.”
nothing that happened to you in the past predicates what you deserve now.
“I miss you so damn bad. God, I miss you. You’re, like, my favorite person, you know that? I don’t even think I knew that until this week, but it’s true. And listen, I know that you don’t need somebody to take care of you, or to treat you with kid gloves or anything, but I wasn’t trying to do that because I think you’re weak. I was doing that because…well, I don’t know, because you’re mine, which means you’re mine to take care of.”
“Perhaps everybody needs an enchilada,” Vas continues in an even tone, and proceeds to serve everyone. In an obvious effort to try and get Luke and Carter to stop eyeing each other up for a fight,
