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“You single, Hal?” I finally give him the long-awaited answer, nodding to tell him yes. “Good.” He takes a slow predatorial step towards me, tone sharp and leaving no room for question. “Because we aren’t fucking friends.” With that declaration, he grips the side of my neck and slams his mouth onto mine.
You’re out of your mind. Trust me, Hallie. For the first time in about six years, I’m thinking perfectly clearly.
I just wanted her to have a good time with me, so I panic-ordered the whole menu.
I prepare myself for her to tell me something to the effect of “stop designing your house with me in mind” or “stop trying to dig up old memories.” But what she says instead is, “This could’ve been an email.”
I purposefully packed my least sexy sleepwear to keep myself from doing exactly what I just did, so I am by no means prepared to have a man sleep in my bed.
“I’m not going to bite, Hal. Well, unless you ask me to.”
“Trust me, Hal. There’s not a world in which you’d need to use your manners to ask me to get off with you.”
“Hallie, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
“Use the front door, Hallie.” I stay frozen in the doorway, unable to move. “We don’t need to sneak across rooftops and through windows anymore. We’re adults and I’m not hiding this again. Use the front door.”
“I love that dress on you, baby.” “Thank you. It’s—” “Take it off.”
The noises coming out of this woman’s mouth are going to haunt me in my dreams in the best way possible. I’ll be adding this soundtrack when I’m on the road again and back to fucking my own fist.
I find it on the counter. “What’s the art today?” “Well, clearly, that’s a dragon. I’m not sure how you’re not seeing it.” It’s literally a blob of foam in the center of the cup.
“You did it so I’d stop stealing your truck?” “Fuck no. I literally get hard just thinking of you driving my truck,
“Mine is simple. Number one was taken at the time and I figured that number eleven was even better because it’s number one twice.”
DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN
“Rio, playing for Boston is your childhood dream.” I shake my head. “You’re my childhood dream.”
Hallie leans in and kisses me, whispering against my lips, “How lucky am I to have been loved by you for fifteen years now?”
“Hallie baby, I love you.”
I love this nickname sorry not sorry
“Rio,” Indy calls from across the firepit, sitting on her husband’s lap. “Ryan has something he wants to tell you.” We all shift our attention his way. “Uh…” he stumbles, and Indy gives him an encouraging nod. “I just wanted you to know that…” He clears his throat. “I love you, man.”
