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They were proud, too. And relieved.
his thigh nearly touching mine. I…I liked that.
then dropped the pizza on the plate once more. “You don’t get in trouble, because they…” I peeled off another pepperoni and handed it over. His fingers brushed mine this time, warming my skin. “They don’t expect anything from you? Is that what you’re saying?”
He’d done that a lot when we were little, but it felt so very different now. So much so that I couldn’t help but stare at his hand, at how much larger it was than mine, rougher and harder.
“I just told her that you are important to me and since I never thought I’d have you back in my life, I didn’t want anything or anyone messing with that. She understands.”
Or I was trying not to be. Because the Mallory I wanted to be wasn’t weak or pathetic. She wasn’t the kind of girl Paige’s boyfriend needed to stand up for.
“Poop,” I answered without thinking. “In Danish.”
“Mallory is the shit, though,” Jayden reasoned as he dropped his arm.
He was something else. Hilarious. Oddly charming.
Anytime she looked in my direction, she smiled, which was a vast difference from this morning.
“But it’s all about trying.”
“He’s always been here but not.”
I was having a good time listening to the guys give each other a hard time.
I’d started to learn that happened when he was complimented or when attention was drawn to his artwork.
My heart stuttered when his lips brushed my forehead, lingering for several seconds.
I wouldn’t lie, I told myself. If Carl asked who I was with, I would tell the truth.
Carl’s head whipped in my direction so fast I was reminded of The Exorcist.
flinched as I took a step back. Not for me. Never for me.
“At least, I hope he is. You never really know someone, not even family sometimes. People show you what they want you to see. You have to remember that.”
A burn hit my chest as I spoke the words, because I thought about the way Rider had kissed my forehead earlier and then said he shouldn’t have done that.
I didn’t enjoy the enchiladas as much I normally would and the chitchat between Rosa and Carl, the ease and the warmth, felt amplified by the knowledge that I was so incredibly lucky.
I am your sensei.
I liked Rider, really liked him, in a way that was so different than when we were kids.
Rider was patient through the whole thing, which pretty much raised him to saint status, because who seriously wanted to listen to me pause and stutter through an informative speech about a dozen times.
“You have the power over that. People can say crap. They can think whatever they want, but you control how you feel about it.”
I opened my mouth, but dammit, I had loved Velvet. Besides the fact that Rider had gotten her for me the day Miss Becky had taken him to the mall, she was the only thing for years that had been simply mine.
And in an ultimate act of desperation and stupidity, I’d tried to save the doll. If I hadn’t already seen what I’d seen that night, I might not have done what I had. The act with Velvet broke me.