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by my mother not to take things so seriously. When I got overly excited, I would often throw up, especially at Christmas. It was my mother’s worst nightmare. “Oh, Mommy, Mommy, Santa got me a new doll.” Bleh. “Oh, Mommy, it’s the first day of school!” Bleh. And so forth and so on.
is good news. For a minute, I was afraid my hair was too short; I was too clean and pale. And I think you’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Even if you’re wearing a scrunchie. I miss him. Why do I miss him? I’m right here, Stella.
That night I moved into my apartment while Reid Crowne left Austin—left me.
And I had sent him a six thousand dollar set of drums. I hope his dick falls off.
“No, it’s a Stella thing.” He leveled me with his stare. The timbre of his voice filled with pure temptation. “I want to split a paper with you over breakfast. I want to find out what your favorite movie is. I want to know everything about you, and despite my best efforts, you’ve given me less than shit. I want you in a million different ways, but when you look at me like that, all I can think of is one.”
I love him….
“Oh, that’s fine, Stella,” he said as his jaw ticked. “What’s not fine is I’m going to be hard for the next four fucking hours.”
HOT
“Shhhh,” he said as he ran his finger through my hair. “Anticipation, Stella, I’m game. I’ve already been waiting for months. What’s a few more? But we’re not stopping this.”
“You let go of my hand. The minute he started to sing, you let go of my hand.” I felt the rip in his heart. The betrayal.
😭😭😭😭😭😭
“Take your time, but take everything,” he said coldly. “I love you,” he whispered as more tears fell before he walked out on me. He shut the door on us, and I slapped it with my palms and then hit the floor.
