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June 10 - June 12, 2024
“We should go,” Josh says, glaring across the room. “Someone better hold Drew’s hand so she doesn’t get trampled by all the normal size humans.” “Extreme height is correlated with early mortality,” I reply, craning my neck back to maintain eye contact. He raises a brow. “That’s Marfan’s syndrome. And you sound hopeful.” “Only if it could take place without ruining the trip.”
I see the smallest twitch of his mouth, but it doesn’t leave me feeling victorious. I think he just gets excited when people bring up death.
Put her in a van and she vomits, he’s thinking. Take her outside and she can’t regulate her temperature. Aside from stealing people’s silver, what does she do well?
“Is he your boyfriend?” one of them asks, sweeping her appreciative gaze over him. “Him? No. Satan isn’t allowed to take a companion on the Earth’s surface, as far as I know.”
“Satan isn’t allowed to take a companion, huh?” “So I’ve heard,” I reply carelessly. “I’m sure you’re more familiar with the rules.”
She was beautiful before—in the way of a priceless object you’d stand in line to see. Now she’s beautiful in the way of something you didn’t expect to find, something you’ve chanced upon and know will change your life.
Reaching beneath the surface with Drew is like reaching blindly into broken glass.
“She’s at the center of every room for you. She’s the center of every conversation. She’s all you can see.”
“You’re kind of a keeper, Joshua Bailey.”
His smiles are rare as dry earth in a rainforest. But beneath that exterior, he cares more than anyone I’ve ever met.
He would be more. He would be the long journey into the unknown. And I’m pretty sure, with him, I could be convinced to try.
“And then, once we’re back in Oahu and I’ve secured you a cappuccino and some Sour Patch Kids, I will ask you why the hell you’re dating my brother and you’ll explain it to me. I’m assuming there must be sorcery involved, as there’s no other logical explanation.”
Sloane was wrong about her. Maybe my feelings for her are messy, but she isn’t. She’s a tiny little fighter, resilient and perfect just as she is.
I’d go anywhere he asked me to based on his voice alone. For that dimple, I’d go twice.
“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now,” he whispers in my ear. “No condom,” I remind him. “I’d fashion one. I’d turn into fucking MacGyver and create it from a shoe lace and my driver’s license.” I laugh. “Sounds hygienic.”
