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For all the readers who think you aren’t loveable. I know you’ve hidden yourself away, you protected that spark deep inside your heart, the one that burns with the light of your true self. It’s time to let that spark ignite. The real you is exactly what the world needs.
A fancy coop she called the Millenihen Falcon that her fiancé had built her,
“That’s why you’ve watched this clip forty times staring at her and not the donkey.”
Julinator: Saw the donkey vid. Very smooth. Try looking at the book she’s reading instead of just staring at her boobs, jackass. Might give you something to talk about...
“Like the way Benedick has to maintain his reputation as a confirmed bachelor,”
🔫
I mean, well below my chest. Like in my pants.
Oh, ho. Not only was this book a romance novel, it was a really fucking dirty one.
She moved her finger to flip the virtual page, but her hand froze when I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Wait a second. I’m not done with that page yet.”
Sir Honksalot.
Sir Honksalot was, like, a thousand years old,
relief that hes still alive!!!
But I was smiling now, despite my best efforts not to. And Flynn definitely noticed. Dammit.
to...
oh does this boy have the adhd. I thought Chris was bad. I thought Declan could be worse. then there was Hayes now Flynn. I think Flynn takes the Kingman Cake for how much he got the adhd
Actually, I’m fairly sure Jules was just freaking out about some super-popular romance novel based on a Shakespeare play, but with hockey players or something. Wouldn't stop talking about it at family dinner last week.
Not like I was going to fall in love with her. Or her with me.
huh the foreshadowing much
“We all saw how he looked at you in that video.
I definitely didn’t feel disappointed. Not even a little.
Then maybe, possibly, figure out why Flynn Kingman’s text messages made me want to simultaneously smile and throw my phone out the window.
though there was nothing casual about the way my pulse kicked up when she finally met my eyes.
steely.”
your giving me the ice Flynn whyyy
Say the word, and we’ll be there with shovels, and tarps, and pickup trucks, and picnic baskets.”
She had no idea.
today he was already pivoting to talk to the hockey player he had a crush on behind him.
which hockey player... Male or female? gag tell me more!!
“If the book jacket fits...”
“Your writer face is showing,” Parker murmured as she passed by.
Definitely not.
you so did.
beer
Clint and Jeff and kinda Steven...
field.
somwthing happened to fynn while drunk?!?!?!? or is he trying to play macho male engery hot but...
As I walked away, I heard Flynn call my name. But I was done being the girl who waited around for the hero to choose her. They never chose me anyway.
One more person who wouldn’t end up causing a late-night police visit to someone’s family.
He’d been making out with someone.
Xander,
brother of Hayes girl
Something about writing her own ending?
“Enséñales cómo se dice ‘tiene el trasero increíble pero no tiene huevos.’”
“pretty boy who runs away from feelings.”
I froze. Every muscle locked up as she curled into me, her head tucking perfectly under my chin, her lush ass filling my lap.
The room had gone suspiciously quiet. I looked up to find at least six phones pointed our way, and both Hannah and Alice wearing identical knowing grins.
Right now, all that mattered was the girl in my arms and the way something in my chest had finally settled, like a key clicking into a lock I hadn’t known was there.
“Nope. When I take a woman to bed, there’s nothing quick about it. I like to take my time to tease, taste, make you tremble.”
“You’re all... muscles. And beard. And two-weeks-only-no-girlfriend rules. And stupid perfect eyes that see too much. Nice guys don’t look like you.”
I knew better. Flynn Kingman was a flirt. He had more notches on his headboard than was reasonable, and I doubted he even wanted to add me to them. I’d read that kind of romantic plotline, and it didn’t have an HEA.
tell my why im thinking of Jake with this. hes married ughhh
God, she reminded me of her.
“I thought I raised you better than that, big brother. Have you legit fallen prey to the idea that being fat and being beautiful are mutually exclusive?” She glared at me. “Because I have very specific ways to reeducate you that involve death and dismemberment.”
swear I didn’t mean it like that, princess. You know I think all women are beautiful. And I’m sorry if how I acted or what I said made you feel anything different.”
“Your mother would be proud.”
“You’re just finally playing in her league instead of trying to get her to play in yours.” My Tempest was in a league of her own. And with her, I was playing in the pee-wees. But if there was one thing I knew how to do, it was up my game. Come class next week, I was going to be on the varsity get-the-girl team.
“But I’d rather talk about why you’re blushing.”
this matters too. When I met your mother, I nearly missed a playoff game because her car broke down and she needed a ride.”
“I’m saying don’t miss the things that matter because you’re too focused on the future.”
robe
wait a dead husband robe? or a boa?
“Actually,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I think Tempest’s body is both perfect and sexy as hell.” I turned to look directly at her. “I’m hot for her because of her curves, not despite them.”
