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One, I don’t believe for a second that they’re playing teen pop in a London pub Brooklyn Two, we’ve never listened to Riley K together Brooklyn Three, you know that song is about love AND hate, right? 1) Believe it 2) No, but it made me think of you 3) Obviously Brooklyn We don’t love each other We don’t hate each other either The three dots reappeared. I stared at the screen,
“The reason is because I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone. Then I come home to see you sitting there, doing nothing except existing, and I can’t fucking breathe.” His voice was low and taut. “Maybe you were right. I am pissed at you because you can float through the kitchen, making pancakes and cracking jokes, while I’m using every goddamn ounce of willpower not to touch you. That’s why I don’t want to be around you. You’re killing me, and you don’t even know it.” He stepped forward
“Because I can’t fucking say no to you if I tried.”
“What’s wrong? Who made you cry?”
My mouth twitched. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m trying to be sad.” “You can be sad.” He rubbed a soothing hand over my back. “You can be anything you want.”
I wasn’t arrogant enough to think I should be the main character everywhere I went. I didn’t need to be the center of everyone’s world. But just once, I’d like to be with someone who thought I was as important to them as they were to me.
“Brooklyn.” I lowered my voice, my throat strained. “I’d lose every single fucking bet in the world if it meant I could be with you.”
“The person who bought them has good taste.” He stripped them off. “And I like to have part of her with me. Always.”
“What happens next is simple. We’re together. Exclusively. No more games, no more uncertainty.” He brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face, his voice turning tender. “In case you had any doubt, you’re mine, and I’m yours. I don’t care who knows. In fact, I want the whole fucking world to know because I’m done hiding.”
However, I am telling you because I would like to have your blessing. You’re an important part of Brooklyn’s life and an important part of mine as well, so I hope you’ll put aside your misgivings long enough to give us a chance. But if you don’t, we’re going to be together anyway. You can yell at me. You can make me run drills until I vomit. You can make me wear the fucking mascot costume and dance the ‘Macarena’ during halftime. It doesn’t matter. I’ll take it all because Brooklyn’s worth it. There’s nothing you can do or say that would change that.”
“I’d have dealt with it,” Vincent said. “At the end of the day, it was a choice. I chose you.”
“Je serais toujours là pour toi, mon coeur. Quoiqu'il arrive.”
“If anything happened to you, I wouldn’t survive. Do you understand? Tu es plus que mon cœur. Tu es mon tout.”
For the first time in my life, love didn’t feel like a risk. It felt like the safest bet I’d ever made.
