Breaking Away

by Sookh Kaur

I’ve been told the flatness of my eyes is terrifying, especially when you pair it with my hulking six-foot-four frame and a mouth that never smiles.

Hot

Harmed or unharmed, Tyler Smith is a quintessential all-American golden boy. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the constant swagger of natural athleticism.

I know I’m about to hate this man so much

He requires vocal and vigorous attention.

Ew.

“And having you support me is important. Don’t you think so? You know how much pressure I’m under and what I earn per minute. That’s our future, babes. Tonight it was my turn to be supported. But you weren’t there and look what happened.”

Throw him away RIGHT NOW

Young Kavi Basra decided a long time ago that she refuses to play that game. I’ve got no idea where that absolute confidence comes from, but it’s inside me. Opinions that you wish to project onto me about my size or shape are unsolicited and rejected.

Period!!

When her wounded brown eyes fill again, I don’t know what to do but ask. “Tell me. Who did this to you?”

Ugh YES

“I’m better than him.” What the fuck am I saying? Kavi doesn’t know either. Her mouth opens. “If he said you can’t do better—” I’m explaining this to myself as much as her. “—prove him wrong by doing better.” “What does that mean?” “Be with me.” Her lips part wider.

Righttttt

He starts taking off his shirt, which would be a gifted extra layer of protection for me if I use it to cover my head, sure, but the sight of a defined V-line inked with dark tattoos makes me run.

LMAO

but I should know my best friend’s preferences, just in case.” More skipping. “Need a wingman? I could tag along. The whole team could. Since you never come out with us, maybe we should go out with you.”

Oky hughes is lowkey funny

“Truthfully, we’d do anything for our man, Lokhov. Even when he ignores us.”

Cant wait for grumpy to make friends

Between my crease (the naughty one), a low throb echoes.

This should not make me laugh as hard as it is

“But I’m a man who doesn’t mind scratches.” For a second, I think I see his eyes drop to my mouth. “Give me your marks. I’ll wear them.”

HOT

“You had a crush on me?” Dammit. “Yeah right,” I mutter. “You’re Dmitri Lokhov.” “And you’re Kavi Basra,” he says, as if that means something.

Girl you don’t even know

Dead-eyed, Sonya doesn’t blink. She flat out tells him, “Sex with me is overrated. It’s like fucking a puppet.”

Pleaseee omg she’s so funny

Pink Headband notices. “Cold?” He roots around a duffle bag. “This is clean,” he says, pulling out a jersey.

Bold

Dmitri Lokhov—proud, grumpy, stubborn, Dmitri Lokhov—serving me dinner… in a maid’s costume. Naked. Can you imagine?”

Yes I can, actually

“We can start with this. Let me know if you want to take pictures. You can show the team. I won’t mind. Whatever you decide, I’ll take it.”

Holy shit holy shitt

That Dmitri Lokhov is good. The best kind of good because his goodness is not advertised or bragged about, or used to gain him any favors. It’s there, in the background, so matter-of-factly.

❤️

I am worth fighting for. And I don’t want to keep trying only for him to give me less than a fraction of that effort back. Instead, I hug this new truth and let it fill my heart. I’m going to turn towards all the things in my life that spark joy and growth, not persistent doubt. That’s where my happiness is.

This growthhhhh

I jump him.

Lmao YES GIRL

In a bizarre twist of timing, two members of the bad dad club have to deal with the perks of its membership on the same day.

Why can’t fathers be normal