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Wren deserves a guy who will appreciate how truly magnificent she is as a human being.
As a woman, I know first-hand how we all have our hangups. Some of us tend to fixate on things we wish we could fix, things that make us feel less-than.
“Don’t stay married to your job too long,” she says. “One of these days you’re going to wake up and you might be lonely, and you’ve squandered the best years of your life away for the one thing that can never love you back.”
violet eyes.
My chest falls as I exhale, and I jam my hands into my pockets because my fingers twitch with an urge I haven’t felt since I’m not sure when. I want to touch her. I want to feel her soft, creamy skin under my palms. I want to taste that bee-stung pout that’s constantly slicked in a different shade every time I see her. I want to gather a fistful of her hair as I press her against the wall and graze my lips against hers. And in an irrational flicker of a second, I want to know what it might be like to love her so hard, it physically hurts.
“I’ve been told I’m too free-spirited,” I say. “I guess I’ve never wanted to be tied down for too long. I never keep anyone around long enough to fall in love, I guess.”
“I haven’t had a proper date in over a year because I’ve been working so much. I’d love to meet that special someone, you know? Someone who loves me so hard it hurts. I want that all-consuming, addictive love that everyone always talks about.”
“People find all kinds of things to hate about themselves. Big noses. Eyes that are too close together. Eyes that are too far apart. Flat chins. Big foreheads. No cheekbones. Too much cheekbone. Too short. Too tall. Straight hair. Wavy hair. Curly hair. The list goes on.” Aidy rolls her eyes, sighing. “People don’t realize, if you love yourself and accept yourself for who you are, all those insecurities eventually fade away.”
We’ve been on several dates now. We screw like rabbits. And he doesn’t seem to get annoyed when I respond to all of his text messages within seconds because I’m too impatient to play games with him.
The day Ace tells me he loves me, if he tells me he loves me, I’ll die and go straight to Heaven, like one of those cartoon characters lying on the ground with a bouquet of flowers in their hands as their ghostly spirit rises high above them.
I’m not the kind of man who throws that word around lightly or who falls in and out of love at the drop of a hat.
I need a man like that and who actually means it
The worst thing I ever did to this woman was love her so damn much it sent her straight into the arms of my goddamned best friend, of all people.
Oh wow!
I stare into the eyes of the woman who once begged me for an engagement ring because she couldn’t possibly go another minute without bearing my last name. The woman who planned a beautifully elaborate wedding, at my expense, and then left me at the altar like a fucking schmuck in front of hundreds of friends and family. The one who ran off with my childhood best friend; the one she’d been fucking in secret for months, or so I later found out.
God, that so sad
She’s nothing but a narcissist. Kerenza is selfish and wicked, someone who schemes in order to control the lives of everyone around her, bending and persuading until she gets precisely what she wants, and then she walks away with her targets convinced everything they did was of their own free will.
narcissist.
He’s addicted to me, but I don’t mind, because the feeling is severely mutual.
her. I’ve got to lock her down before she realizes she can do better than me. I’ve told her that too, and she always reassures me there’s nobody else for her.
I’m not sure what I did to get so lucky, but I won’t screw this up. I swear on everything I am, I’ll be exactly the kind of man who deserves a woman like Aidy Kincaid.
