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“That’s the whole point of luck, isn’t it?” he says through gritted teeth. “You have to trust that it’s not fleeting.”
“I can appreciate my body in a bikini and still want to set fire to the patriarchy.”
Someone should put this on a sticker.
He tucks his hands behind his head, and his biceps pop distractingly. I roll my eyes—at myself, obviously, for even noticing—and because he’s Ethan and nothing gets past him, he cheekily does it again.
Ethan laughs. “It is fun to argue with you.” It’s not a jab, I realize—it’s a compliment.
“God, I hate you.” His voice is a growl behind me: “No, you don’t.”
THE TENSION. A GOOD KIND OF TENSION.
But it’s always been safe for us to say exactly what we’re thinking with each other. It’s one of my favorite things about being with you. Do you have that with everyone?” I ask, and when he doesn’t immediately answer, I tell him, “I know you don’t.”
I see all these choices unrolling in front of me—career, travel, friends, geography—and despite things being insane and hard and messy, I don’t think I’ve ever liked myself more than I do now. It’s the strangest feeling to be proud simply because I’m taking care of me and mine. Is this what it’s like to grow up?
The best quote in the whole book.
