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“I’ll show you, since I need to use the ladies’ room to readjust my underwear. It’s riding up my ass,” Megan states loudly.
seems obvious to me something is up
“Why the fuck are you crying?”
Holy shit, accent boy! How much of that did you see?”
Lucy looks up from her e-reader with a timid smile on her face.
“But babe,” Lucy says, eyes still on her book, “yours is the only one I’ve ever seen, so I have absolutely nothing at all to compare it to. It could be tiny and I wouldn’t have a clue. Now, let me finish my book.”
There’s only one thing Dylan loves more than basketball, and that’s his girl.
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Before I can react, Jake wraps his arm around my waist and sits me down on his lap.
“Oh, I love it when she reads.”
“She reads these smutty books—like, full-on dirty sex and BDSM shit.”
“Go to sleep, baby . . .”
What? What an awesome frickin’ lady! Of course I have no choice but to go with her.
think I do. Love her, I mean. I think I’m in love with this beautifully broken girl.
“Get out of here, Jake, before I make you crawl back under these covers and snuggle with me.” Her free arm points to the door.
see it—a picture of Kayla with her parents. Her mom is heavily pregnant, and her dad has one arm wrapped around her and the other around Kayla. Kayla is dressed in full baseball gear, bat in one hand and a trophy in the other.
“Oh, we know,” Henry agrees. “It’s a shame our son couldn’t appreciate her and keep his dick in his pants.”
Okay, someone has to tell me what the deal is with her. Please?” I plead. Jake starts to talk. I cover his mouth with my hand, and he continues to mumble into it.
Why does he get to call you Kayla, and everyone else calls you Micky?”
“You are in so much trouble, missy.” She
It’s at this moment that I know. I don’t just think it anymore—I know it. I love this girl. I’m in love with this girl.
and if I don’t get release soon, I will cut a bitch.
“Hey, look, Jake. Casey’s coming over here,” I whisper in his ear. He tightens his hold on me and ducks his head, like he’s trying to hide.
Shit. I take his hand between mine and kiss the knuckles one by one. I feel him tense at my display of affection then stiffen under me. That’s my cue to get off him and do something—anything—else.
“What do you mean, you’ve had sex? Do you mean you’re not doing it anymore—or often?”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“I don’t know . . . Maybe.” Yes, with you.
“This is my Jake,”
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to have to ask you to take your shirt off so we’re even.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
He sounds very tired when he answers. “You’ve already asked me this.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t get a pro...
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“Because I’m your Jake,” he says, “and you’re my Kayla.”
He’s my Jake. And I’m his Kayla.
Damn right, no one else will see her like that!
“So . . . You’re a screamer?”
“I had no fucking idea, Jake—not until you.”
“You! You are what’s going on! You are not supposed to be here. This was supposed to be my day with Kayla, and you ruined it!”
“Who’s it for, Kayla? Who’s going to see it?”
“Jake.” She comes to a halt and squeezes my hand so I stop walking, too. Julie continues a little ways ahead of us. “It’s for you,” she whispers. “Not for anyone but you.
“Explain to me why the fuck you’re playing family with my girl and my sister?”
“What the fuck do you mean you can’t?” I’m in his face now so he’ll look me in the eye when he tells me he’s been screwing the girl I’m in love with. In love with. Shit.
“It’s just you. It’s only ever been just you. It will always only ever be just you.”
“Will you move in with me?”
“If you really want me to live with you, why are you asking me now?”
“Because I don’t want you to be a stripper!”
Logan and Cam are holding me back as I watch that asshole get down on one knee, with a fucking ring in his hand, and ask the girl I love to marry him. And I can’t do shit about it.
Every fucking day I have to wake up to her in her short shorts and tight shirt, hot as hell in the morning with her tired Bambi eyes. Every day she’s here, and I can’t have her. To have to be around the person you love, and not be able to love them, is the hardest thing to do.
and I hate the attention from all the other girls, when I only ever wanted just one—and she won’t have me.
“I’m cold,”
