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‘If two people love each other, there can be no happy end to it,’ ”
“Tessa. There’s no rule that says only one person can feel pain at a time. You’re going through this just as much as I am.”
“What more do you need, Tessa? Do you need me to fucking spell it for you? Get out of here—go back where you belong! You have no business in this place, you don’t fit in.”
“What the hell do you want, Landon? Don’t you think if I wanted to talk to you, I would have answered the last… I don’t know, thirty fucking times you called?”
There were so many things I should have said, could have said, and sure as hell would have said if I had known my days in heaven were numbered.
I saw the empty, sad girl smile for the sad boy who loves her with all of his broken soul.
Why did you stay with her if you knew she wanted him?”
“No! Since when are you so unsure about yourself? Girl, I know you’ve been through a lot of shit, but you need to get it together. You’re young, brilliant, and beautiful. Life is not that bad! Hell, try cleaning the burn wounds of your fiancé after he covered for his surprise grown-ass son because he’d just cheated on you with his”—she curls her fingers into air quotes and rolls her eyes—“ ‘long-lost love’ and having to nurse him while you really just want to choke him out.” I
“Yes! The redhead! You know, the one who runs our social media?”
“Fucking Trevor,”
“Shh, we can quote Hemingway when you’re sober.”
“Basically. Oh, and you were quoting Hemingway.” He
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s true. You seem to forget that you didn’t want anything to do with me until my father died.”
“I always wanted you; you know that. I just couldn’t stop trying to ruin the only good thing in my life, and I’m sorry for that. I know it’s fucked-up that it took me so long, and I hate that it took your dad dying to get my ass in shape, but I’m here now—and I love you more than ever, and I don’t care if we can’t have babies.”
We are the most fucked-up couple. Fucked-up but perfect, that is.
“Now that you know I didn’t fuck around on you”—I raise a sarcastic brow—“will you take me back and let me make an honest woman out of you?”
“Damn babies? Please tell me you don’t think there is a store somewhere downtown where you walk in and purchase a baby?”
“There isn’t?” I joke. “What’s Babies ‘R’ Us, then?”
“If that damn store isn’t full of babies, lined up, ready for purchase, than I’m suing for false advertisement.”
“Hardin, have you decided on graduation? I know you declined to walk, but have you given it further thought?”
“Yeah, sure, fine. I’ll fucking walk for graduation,”
You two are conniving little shits,
“I’m okay, just thinking” smile and watch as he frowns and gets up. In a few long strides, he’s across the room and leaning with one of his palms pressed against the wall for support while he hovers over me.
“Have you ever looked into the signs of an abusive relationship?”
“I was only looking out for Tessa when I invited her to come with me! You broke up with her and she was broken, absolutely broken. New York is what is best for her,”
‘You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.’ ”
“Okay.” If we make it through this, I will marry this man.
“Hey, Joe. How are you tonight?”
“Some fries and those sliders that you love.”
“I’ve missed you.” He yawns, drawing my body into his chest. He lies back, bringing me with him, and I let him. “Me, too.”
“If I wasn’t a gentleman, I would fuck you right here on this counter.”
“I would lift you up here, slide these hideous pants down your legs, spread your thighs, and take you right here.”
“That means, regardless of how badly I want you, how fucking badly I want to fuck you on this counter and make you scream my name so the entire block knows who is making you come”—he
“I won’t be doing any of that until the day you marry me.”
“You heard me. I won’t be fucking you until you marry me.”
“You’re thinking about shoving my hand into that right now, aren’t you?”
“If you weren’t wearing a shirt, this would feel much better,” Hardin comments.
“I haven’t been fucked in five months, Theresa. You’re pushing every ounce of my self-control,”
“I’ve craved you every second of every fucking day,”
“Please, Hardin,”
“I know, baby.”
“by making love to me, you just agreed to marry me.”
“Seriously, though, you agreed, so when are you going to buy your dress?”
“Okay, I have been writing.” “How long?” She steps toward me. I’m
“There is always some bomb waiting to explode, and I’m not foolish enough to wait to be destroyed. Not anymore.”
“This isn’t a bomb, Tessa. You act as if I was writing this to purposely hurt you!”
“No! You don’t get to write my story and tell me that I can’t read it. You still haven’t explained anything.”
“You wrote a book about us and shopped it around to publishers. How was that not intentional?”
“Who would even want to read it? I can’t believe so many publishers want it.”
“What if people don’t like it? What if they don’t even take the chance to read it, but they hate us for what’s inside of it? I’m not ready for that type of attention. I don’t want people talking about my life and judging me.”
