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“You know what would make me comfortable?” I asked. “Let me guess. A good f—” “Don’t you dare.” “Foamy espresso. Why, what did you think I was going to say?”
oh gosh HAHAHAH
I’d had no pills, no caffeine, and yet for the first time in months and months, my whole body felt awake, and it had nothing to do with chemistry. Or maybe it did.
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Who cares if they’re not right? She’d demand. What is “right,” anyway? No one owns the sky. In my stories, no one owns anything or anyone.
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speech. In the past twelve hours, I’d spent way more time than I’d ever admit to anybody dreaming, imagining, and—okay, I admit it—touching myself thinking about that guy on the intercom, but never for a single second had I imagined this.
GAAAGGGGGEDDD!
You have to break a few rules now and then, Lou. That’s how you find out who you really are.
But I’d never done anything this dangerous: Flirting with my master’s daughter not because I wanted something, but because I wanted her.
If I had my way, I’d finish that goddamn kiss, first of all, and after that, rip that cutesy little crop top off, get her naked, and have her arching her back on the countertop and moaning in seconds flat.
FLOOREDDD
Good thing for both of us that in this world, I didn’t have my way.
“One word. If you had to describe this boy in one word,” my mother said, pleased with herself, her slow, sly grin reappearing in the circle of light the lamp made, cutting through the blanket of darkness that hung over the house, silent except for the mantel clock. “What would it be?” One word, and this could end. It came to me instantly, of course. “Brave.”
Fuck, if Louisa thought I was brave, my sister was ten times braver still. She’d endured almost everything I had.
he fucking heard her ahhhhh
Our lives are so shit we have to make up happy endings or we’ll never get them, and here you are throwing away your chance for a real one
