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“Coming right up. What my girl wants, she gets.”
“My head’s been in the gutter since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Wow,” I sigh. Because no other word seems to do this view justice. “This is beautiful.” “Yeah. It is,” Bash agrees. But when I turn back to face him, he’s not looking out the window. He’s looking at me.
Because I’ll never forgive myself if I let you get away again.”
“He never really had me,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I do. “Not the way you do.
“Okay, well, take a nap on the couch. I’ll throw on some sports and we can just relax. Together.”
The quiet moments, the moments of companionship where you just revel in another person’s company without having to talk.
“What are you doing here?” “Coming to see my girl,”
“I’m never going to get enough. I can promise you that much. I’ll always be coming back to you.”
“If you think I’m going to stand here and let you talk about her like that, you’ve got another thing coming. So watch your damn mouth.”
“Finish that sentence and I swear to god not a single thing will stop me from teaching you a fucking lesson, Tripp.”
“Because what I keep coming back to is this: I can’t live without you.”
“You’re a fucking wild card. Unpredictable and never what I expect. You scare the hell out of me every damn day. But today more than any of them. Because I thought I lost you.”
My wild card. My tequila. My everything.
