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“Funny story,” I add. “When I came home yesterday and saw it done, I started to really feel I may have a stalker. A snow-shoveling stalker.”
You’re so dense.
I know, I want to say. I want to admit that I was the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over her ever since.
This is so incredibly fucked up.
“There’s something about you, Jack. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but . . . I feel like I can trust you. Is that crazy?”
Yes, that's very fucking crazy.
I’m two steps away from being a Scrooge.” Jack chuckles, his breath visible in the frosty air. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? I’ll make it my personal mission to turn you into a regular Cindy-Lou Who by Christmas Eve.”
I wanna throw myself into traffic.
“Join the carolers? Me? I thought you were trying to spread Christmas cheer, not traumatize innocent bystanders.”
This dialogue reads like a Hallmark movie and I mean that as an insult.
“Wanna know a secret? I happen to like dark,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. Jesus. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the sudden spark of electricity between us. “Dark, huh? Be careful what you wish for, Jack.”
This feels like that Taylor Swift song she wrote about her fiancé’s dick
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet. Just like I’m sure there’s a lot I don’t know about you.” “Careful,” I warn, but I’m not sure if I’m talking to him or myself. “You might not like what you find out.”
Cliché
“Seriously, Chloe. The way you explained how to layer necklaces without them getting tangled up. How have I lived this long and not known all you have to do is link them together and then treat them as one big necklace? Pure gold.”
This woman is possibly dumber than Chloe is and that is a fucking feat.
“Christmas isn’t really my thing, you know? Not since—” “I know. But you can’t grieve them forever.”
What an absurdly shitty thing to say to your friend who lost both their parents tragically only 2 years ago.
“Uh, yeah.” I don’t like the feeling I’m starting to get. Another unannounced visit is just . . . weird.
Just tell him you’re not interested and never will be.
she has no idea just how not boring I am.
You’re definitely boring.
“I knew it! Tell me everything. Is he hot? Smart? Rich?” “Safe,” I say, shocking myself to hear that as the first word I use to describe Jack.
Ah yes, safe. That’s not at all boring.
“First a hot fireman, now mysterious secrets. Who are you and what have you done with sweet Chloe?”
No one that isn’t boring needs this much convincing of other people that they’ve not boring.
“Well, I’m far from vanilla.
How is she this boring when explaining her kinks? 😂
“I can’t believe it. You’re like . . . a camgirl?” I wince at the term. “It’s not exactly like that. It’s more . . . artistic. Sensual. I don’t do hardcore stuff, and I hide my face for the most part. I keep my identity private.”
No you’re a cam girl and nothing about that performances was artistic. 😂
Plus, firefighters are used to handling heat, right?”
This dialogue is so painfully awkward it makes me wanna crawl out of my skin.
And what if the person doesn’t want to be understood that deeply? I ask.
Girl stop pretending you have any depth. 🙄
You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.
If a man said this to me I would laugh in his face.
Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.
If I had paid for a book this terrible rather than getting it from KU I’d be pissed.
too many peppermint martinis.
This is the third mention of peppermint martinis. There’s no plot but gotta mention the drinks for a 3rd time.
Yup, friend zone.
The friend zone isn’t fucking real. But this is absolutely what I’d expect from someone with the attitude of damn, it’s been 2 years, get over your dead parents already.
Sloane raises an eyebrow. “Jack’s shirt, huh? Booty call last night?”
What serious adult person says booty call like it’s 1997. Please be so fucking for real. 🙄
Grrr, Tyler. I realize my groan was audible. Sloane’s eyes narrow, her smile fading slightly. “What’s that about? You having issues with Tyler?” I wave my hand dismissively, trying to backtrack. “No, no. It’s just . . . my head. The hangover, you know.”
Just talk about it like a fucking adult. 🤦🏻♀️I don’t understand why NTs are basically allergic to just being straight forward about something.
And he’s shown up at my house twice now completely out of the blue.” Sloane’s expression shifts from curiosity to concern. “At your house? That’s . . . unusual.”
That’s not unusual that a complete breech of privacy and using your authority position to obtain information about a subordinate employee is a huge abuse of authority. Interestingly enough, Jack has also just shown up at her house and it’s not bothered her.
Then I remember that I said it in passing on one of my lives as I was showing off a line of Nightmare Before Christmas–inspired pendants. It wasn’t even one of my more popular posts.
His job title is literally VP of social media and marketing it’s very much his job to keep up with all the sponsored content for the brand.
“I hope he catches on that I’m not interested, and this doesn’t have to get awkward. I really don’t want to make this into something bigger if I don’t have to.”
USE YOUR FUCKING BIG GIRL WORDS AND TELL HIM NO YOU DENSE BITCH.
“Are you kidding? I’m glad you did! Which also means that we have plans Friday night. We’re going to Naughty and Nice. No arguments.” “The nightclub? Isn’t that like a sex club? I heard it was members only or something?”
Oh god. I can’t wait to read what this author who thinks a character as boring as Chloe is anything but vanilla thinks a sex club is like. 😂
“Sloane! No way. I barely know him. Besides, I don’t think he’s the type for that kind of scene.”
Girl you don’t even know his last name.
“You like him a lot, don’t you? But you feel guilty because of your secret online profile.”
Why would you feel guilt when you don’t even know the guy’s last name?!?
WinterWatcher offers her dark.
WiNtErWaTcHeR oFfErS hEr ThE dArK.
I imagine meeting you in person, she types. I picture you in a mask. A mask that is almost pagan in style. It will have horns or something demonic in nature. I imagine it covering most of your face. But not your lips.
Pagan in style??? What the fuck does that even mean??
I’m going to Naughty and Nice in the city tonight. Maybe you’re free to meet me there? I’ll be wearing a red ribbon around my neck tied in a bow. I’ll also be in a green, silky dress. Come and unwrap me.
This is so cringe
“Let’s go inside and see what kind of trouble we can get into.”
2 midwestern moms on their way to have a drink at the town’s only bar after a Wednesday night PTA meeting.
“Make them jack off to what you’re doing to me,” she clarifies.
Smooth cover 🤦🏻♀️
Jesus, she was just with another man. Wait . . . no. She was with me. But she didn’t know it was me. And then she leaves one man to come to me. This twisted mess is getting more tangled by the second. I collapse onto my couch, head in my hands. What am I doing? What is she doing? This double life, this obsession—it’s consuming me. Am I jealous? Jealous of myself?
I feel dumber after reading about him being jealous of himself.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll tell her everything. I’ll lay it all out—the stalking, the club, my feelings for her. She’ll probably run screaming, but at least it’ll be over. At least I’ll have been honest.
She is just as dumb as he is so I’m sure it’ll be super cool and chill and they’ll live happily ever after.
“Ooh, spill the tea, girl! I want all the juicy details.”
How do you do fellow kids
“I can’t do that. I’m a one-man kind of girl.
You literally just fucked who you thought was a different man. 🤦🏻♀️
“Sounds like your heart knows what it wants, even if your libido is a bit conflicted.”
She doesn’t know either of these men any better than I know the new hires at work. Please be serious! 🤦🏻♀️
“I think having a fireman’s hose inside you is exciting enough,” Sloane says with a loud laugh.
If my friend said this to me we’re no longer speaking.
Find me a fireman. I want to be a badge bunny or a hose hoe. Sign me up!” “Hose hoe? Are you kidding me? There are names?” I’m laughing even though I shouldn’t be. “Oh yeah. Fireflies, bunker bunny. They all want to join the circle jerk. I can’t say I blame them. So see? Keeping Jack is a good thing.”
This is super cash money. It got fucking worse.
“But I want . . . I have fantasies. Dark Secrets has opened something up deep inside of me.”
Fucking relax Ebony Darkness.
It’s time to do you. Chloe era.”
I just know this author is a swiftie(derogatory)
“Oh, you naughty people. Always so eager. But patience is a virtue, you know.”
This isn’t how normal people talk
BlackAsChlo . . . naughty girls get punished.
🙄🙄
No, I don’t like sharing, I type back. Not unless I’m there to make it clear who you belong to.
🙄🙄🙄
Yes, I understand, Chloe replies. Ten p.m. on Christmas Eve. Blindfolded, naked, with a red ribbon. I’ll be waiting.
Survival instinct of a sweet potato. Girl he could be a fucking serial killer and you’re just inviting him to your house.
I know. I don’t know why, but I do trust you. This is wild. Borderline insane. If anyone in my life knew I was doing this . . .
Not borderline insane, dangerously stupid.
“Nice place,” I say. That’s what someone who’s never been in the house would say, right? I’m trying to play it cool, and to be normal, but I feel anything but.
“How about It’s a Wonderful Life? Classic, heartwarming, and definitely Christmassy.”
It’s actually a really horrible movie if you watch it without the Christmas glaze.
