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No offense to Coach, but his brother seems about as smart as a bag of rocks. He and Drew are cut from the same cloth, purchased at the store that sells stupid by the yard.
agreed
“You take angry naps?” I ask. “Oh, yeah. I also post-game nap, sleepy nap, sad nap—you name it, I’ll nap it.”
She looks like a wounded marshmallow.
Slowly, and with the devilish smirk to measure all other devilish smirks against, Van lifts one finger to his mouth. Slowly, his tongue darts out and he licks the tip, and then uses it to turn the next page of the magazine. Which he is not even pretending to read.
ha I like Van.
I snatch the magazine from Van’s hands, quickly roll it up, and whack him in the shoulder. “No!” I say firmly, like I’m scolding a dog. Not that I’d actually hit a dog with a rolled up magazine. But Van can take it. “Bad. No!” He actually giggles. Which only makes me swat him harder. Because it’s kind of adorable. And that makes me angrier. “Why are you—ow!” he says. “This is worse than my pinching!”
“What?” I say. “I’m Harry,” he says, tapping his chest with the blender. “I thought I heard you say my name and something about … panties?” Van snorts, and the man—Harry—drops his gaze to the underwear and bras still clutched to my chest. This feels like a strange sort of life lesson, like the reason why no one should walk around Walmart holding—and arguing about—undergarments.
Because now, I’m busy leaning into a very warm, sturdy chest of a man encouraging me to fly.
Felix: BUTTON UP YOUR SHIRT.
I love them.
Van releases me. Stands. Holds out a hand to pull me up. “Come on, Mills. I want to see you fly.”
awww he does though.
And then I press my lips to her skin and follow the path of sticky sweetness all the way to the cone.
sir, did you just lick her?! why? not once has that happened with my husband.
Once again, Van is challenging me, telling me to fly. Offering a safe space to land.
I’ve never been like this with anyone—embracing passion and playfulness like two sides of the same coin. It only works because the currency is trust.
I felt everything fast. I … fell fast.” “You fell,” Lex says, sniffling again. “Like, in love?” “No, dummy. Into a pit of snakes. Yes, in love.”
