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“Fuck! Fucking shit! Fuck this and fuck all of you!”
If I didn’t think we were screwed before, I definitely had a change of heart.
The first time I realized I was in love with Adelaide was the same day she decided she hated me.
I made it a mission to get that laugh out of her as often as possible.
That was the last time I’d even touched another girl before that kiss with Addie at the pond. Nothing, and I meant nothing, could compare to her. She was my everything, and I would do everything in my power to get her to understand that.
She was mine…but she was also theirs.
For Addie, he was willing to submit.
This girl was making us all crazy.
The world could be a dangerous place when your own mind was against you.
I’d be the first to admit that I had trust issues.
In that moment, it became clear to me that Tommy was kind of a psychopath.
Tommy, my sweet friend, absently placed Mof in Elena’s lap. “You’ve earned the right to hold the cat.”
“What exactly did she tell you our names were?” “Ryley, Callie, Ashley, Tammy, Rowena, Destiny, and Felicia.” He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “I mean, I wasn’t going to judge you or anything. You be you, man.” The six men turned to me, expressions murderous. With a squeal, I ran from the room, laughing my ass off.
Oops. Apparently, I needed to breathe.
I wasn’t overly familiar with makeup or anything remotely connected to “prettying myself up.” But I could do it. That blush? I would make it my bitch.
I was a verbal freight train at times, derailed and barreling towards a heavily populated city. Once I had a thought, you couldn’t stop me.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through my body. It was the most glorious form of music.
I knew arguing with Fallon was futile, especially when he had his scary face on. You didn’t mess with Fallon when he’s wearing his scary face.
I did everything in my power to protect my heart, since it had bled enough. But now? Now the traitorous bastard was eagerly snatching up boys like a kid in a candy store.
Whenever I fell asleep at Fallon’s house, one of them would drape a blanket over me so I could create an Adelaide-cocoon. Unfortunately, I didn’t transform into a butterfly until after I had my coffee.
I sometimes hated reality.
I wondered if she would still find it amusing if I put my foot up her ass.
If she wanted to play a game, I could play. And bitch? I never lost.
“When I first saw you, I never wanted to look away. There’s so much I could’ve done, but I just wanted you to stay. You may be crazy, but I would love you just the same.”
I maintained eye contact with Ryder. I didn’t want him to have to face this alone. I’m here, I thought. I’ll always be here.
She turned towards me, a singularly beautiful smile alighting her face, and I smiled back. Just before throwing the coffee at her.
“Sometimes, you can’t deal with it,” I answered honestly. “Some days are worse than others. It doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re with. You remember, and it feels like you’re drowning. Again. And again. But then you reach the surface, and you’re finally able to breathe. Ryder, the world is so beautiful once you’re above the water. It sucks when you’re drowning, but you have to hold on. You have to wait until you can breathe again, because it’s an amazing feeling. It’s…relief.”
I wrapped my arms around him from behind, holding him to me as if I were physically able to hold together his broken pieces.
I would hold him until the day I died if I had to.
Nobody fucked with Fallon’s team. And me. Because I was their sister that wasn’t a sister, so that made me an honorary member of the team.
Ryder and I laughed until the pain became too much. We were a mess. We were broken and fucked up. So we laughed. We laughed because it was the only way to hide the scars. We laughed because we weren’t okay, and we probably never would be. We laughed because we were two tortured souls who just happened to find each other. We laughed because we longed to be happy again. And the laughter actually kind of helped.
I was surrounded by men.
I was unsure about a lot of things in life, but my feelings for this mountain of a man wasn’t one of them.
“I love you. I always have and always will. I’m yours, and you’re mine. But you’re also his.”
I was ninety percent sure I was about to go into cardiac arrest.
He let out a grunt as words failed him, taking a page out of Fallon’s book, No Words Language 101.
My brain had stopped. Adelaide broken.
I felt thoroughly loved…and very horny.
