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“She makes my favorite coffee. It’s perfect every time,” Emma supplied, sipping slowly on her own coffee.
A compliment even?!?
Emma, like Tom, was listless and unhappy without Jerry as a constant presence.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a more beautiful smile than Regan’s, nor had she ever met someone who wore it more. It
Yo what the fuck thats the sweetest thing
It was annoying, honestly, that Regan’s jaw looked so good from this angle; no one was supposed to look good from an angle under their chin.
“You look like all of those classic sculptures of women in a museum. Like a piece of art.”
“God, this sapphic shit is exhausting.”
“I might be getting old, but my vision is perfectly fine. You’re staring at Regan like you want to eat her alive.”
CLOCKED
And even if she and Regan weren’t under the guise of being in a relationship, the reality was that Regan had slid in some side door Emma didn’t even know existed and had become someone Emma cared about. A lot.
“If you don’t want this, then why did it clearly bother you so much when you thought I had someone else in my room?”
And if you meet someone and bring them home to our apartment, I might need to, like, rip out their hair or something.”
“You read her books because I liked them.”
PUT A RING ON IT
She wanted the physical reminder of their night, in any way possible.
Freak
