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The date on the monitor overhead shows December eighth—the same date we left Sydney… nearly twenty-four hours ago. It’s as if time stood still while we traveled, not wanting us to miss a minute.
“You’re pretty.”
The girls walk ahead of me, hand in hand, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
can help him get settled without thinking about his sharp jawline and deep-cut dimples, or the way his lips look when they… Nope. Rein it in.
If my broken, useless heart could feel something for anyone besides Willow right now, I think it would fall for Rory with the way she’s taking a bit of the burden off my shoulders.
I should not be looking at her lips.
my eyes are drawn to the corner, as if by an invisible tether.
Too close. We’re too close.
“You should know though, as much as I love you, if you hurt my sister for real, not just this miscommunication bullshit, I’ll punch you for real.”
color me impressed, sis.”
He moves his hand, but not to grab the second shot. Instead, he takes my hand and brings his mouth down to lick the salt from it before his lips find the shot glass and he shoots it back.
He hasn’t broken eye contact since he first touched my hand
and I nearly expire on the spot. Damn, that was hot.
“Did you think I wouldn’t keep an eye on you? We both know the kind of creatures this town sees during the holidays.”
“If we only get a minute, will you kiss me?”
Do you ever do that? Overthink every little thing? It feels like that’s all I do these days.”
“I overthink everything, so you’re in good company.”
“Do you, um, have a habit of making out with your friends in alleyways?
“Stability is great, but not if you’re unhappy.”
“You’re not imposing. You’re invited.” He leans down close, breath coasting against my ear. “Wanted.”
They called her a fucking investment?
“Why does that make you sad?” “Because it’s rare that anyone does.”
So long as you’re fighting to move forward, you’ll never be a failure. Never.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Wes,”
Life never leaves us unscathed; it changes and molds us.
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation,
“We made homemade pizzas, and I made yours in the shape of a heart again.” She’s less solemn than earlier, her voice back to her normal octave. “You know, because I love you.”

