The Situationship (Part of Your World, #3.5)

by Abby Jimenez

“You will not murder me. I will murder you,” I said.

“Going with Doug to see a dick rock. If I disappear, I’m burying a body and I’ll be home by dinner.”

Women should snoop. Snooping saves lives. Lets you know if you’re in the house of a serial killer or a married man or a guy with a closet full of Sharpies to draw dicks on trails.

I took a bite and had to close my eyes. It was incredible. It was probably the best thing I’d ever eaten and the man pulled it out of his ass in less than ten minutes. This was a love language to me.

Do you always ask such invasive questions?” “Do you always answer them?” “I do if I’m not ashamed of the answers,” he said, licking honey off his thumb. Green flag, green flag, green flag.

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” he countered. “I’m a travel nurse. I leave them. I don’t live anywhere.”

“Are you going to play the guitar for me or not?” “You are so bossy.” “Do you want me to leave?” “Not even a little.” He grinned.

“I have to warn you that if I don’t like your playing, you will see it on my face. That’s just how my face works.”

Maybe I was a mean little protective chicken. Maybe I was starting to feel a little protective of him. This nice, unbothered, lonely man who didn’t care what people thought and probably rarely asked for help, even when he needed it.

I never liked putting off till tomorrow the things I could be doing today.