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there will be no shenanigans (Shenanigans? Srsly? What are we, 80?) anywhere near the car.
one scratch on that car and you bought it. GrayG: It’s a tempting offer. I mean, who wouldn’t want this car?
IvyMac: Like the sweets, big guy? GrayG: Are you talking dirty to me, Mac?
IvyMac: If you call me special sauce, you lose a nut.
GrayG: You’re the one who brought up my nuts last time. IvyMac: Only in regards to kicking them. GrayG: But you’re thinking of my nuts. That’s the important part. ;-)
IvyMac: You actually are. Totally sweet. GrayG: Now you’re just embarrassing me. I lied. I’m a hardened thug. For realz. IvyMac: Aw, Cupcake.
IvyMac: Fine, you’re a stone-cold killa. Happy? GrayG: Yes. Although I’d prefer lady killa.
I’m pretty sure you’re my dream girl, Ivy Mac.
GrayG: Marry me, Mac. IvyMac: Okay, but only for the soup.
I think you have to marry me now. No one else likes my jokes.
IvyMac: Gray-Grayson, grabbing balls with his big, strong hands…!
IvyMac: You’re starting to be the first person I turn to.
IvyMac: Me too. Talking to you is like talking to myself. Only better.
GrayG: I’ve never been friends with a girl before. IvyMac: I’m honored to be your first.
GrayG: Honey, your friendship is a fucking gift. Don’t ever doubt it.
I’m the only one who can call you Sir Fucksalot! >:-[
GrayG: I’m going over to hang out with him and his girl, Anna. You’d like her. She’s saucy too. But, you know, not *special* saucy.
living in the moment is getting harder to do. I find my attention wandering to the future. I find myself wanting that distant future now. Here. Because of Ivy Mackenzie.
I just know I like her. A lot.
He smells of sunlight and sweat and, strangely, of home.
We’ve never touched before now, never even seen each other in person. Yet there is nothing awkward about wrapping myself around him.
We’ve been texting back and forth so much I’d had to pay extra on my phone plan,
So quickly, he became a friend, a necessary part of my day.
I can’t believe I’m holding her in my arms. Ivy Mackenzie.
my best girl.
I can’t help but smile. I’m so fucking happy to see her, it’s a little scary.
My girl, I realize, is hot.
I can’t seem to stop looking at her.
And I feel like shit for her, and more than a little pissed at Big Mac for putting that hurt in her eyes.
I’ve just officially met Ivy Mackenzie, and I realize I’ve missed her for what seems like years.
“This is why you wanted me to drive, isn’t it?” “Partially. You just look so cute.” I give his cheek a tweak.
driving down the highway with Gray just makes me happy.
“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m a petite five foot twelve.”
It gets me all sentimental, the very thought of not knowing Gray making me weepy.
“Just drive, Cupcake.” “Easy now, Special Sauce,
“Just like watching you enjoy the hell out of that chicken.” “You make that sound illicit.” He chuckles. “You’re making it look illicit.”
“She drew on my arm. Every time. I’d clean it off, and she’d start all over again. These tattoos. They were her last… I had someone ink over her writing. To keep it.”
“How the hell did you have time to double major in those fields and still excel at football?” He slouches down further in his seat. “Added nano to keep things interesting.”
He stops abruptly, his face a little flushed as if he’s afraid he’s rambling. He is, but I love it.
“Anyway, I love football. I love mathematics and science.
“It’s what parents do. ‘You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions.’” “Did you just quote The Breakfast Club to me?” I ask, amused. “Good catch.” He grins,
“You’re a cute duck.”
“Yeah, she. Would you pay attention to the story, Mac?” “Sorry.” I’m grinning. “Go on.”
“You’re finally here, and I can’t seem to stop staring.”
“I shouldn’t have said that. It was a compliment, I swear. I’ll take it back if—” “Don’t you dare,” I snap, lifting my head to glare. “It was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
he’s cute when he’s irate and his brows are inching toward his hairline.
“Sorry,” I tell his shoulder, because I don’t want to let go. “I’m just so happy to finally be with you.”
“And what the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me that Grayson was gorgeous? Hell, I might have to reconsider my ban on football players.”
“Seriously, Iv…You could climb him like Everest, make base camp at his cock, and tackle the rest in the morning.”
Drew takes a pull on his straw—Jesus, the drink has an umbrella. I swear he put one in it to fuck with me.
