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Rogan: I’m going to murder you, Brig. Griffin: If you murder him, hire a centaur to do it because . . . bow and arrow carrying horse man Reid: Fuck yes. #DeathByCentaur Griffin: #MurderousHorsePenis Reid: #ManCock? Brig: #ImpaledByCentaur Reid: #OddlyAroused Jen: What the fuck did I just stumble in on? Rogan: Run, Jen . . . Run. Jen: Oh wait, just caught up. #ManHorsePecsTurnMeOn Rogan: Why am I a part of this family?
Sometimes memories are what you need to remind you who you are and where you come from.
She leans forward and flicks my hair with her finger. “Also, you were much hotter with shorter hair.” And with that, she turns on her heel and walks out the door, leaving me to nurse my bruised ego while Griffin laughs at my side. Concerned, I run my hand through the wavy locks that fall at my ear. “Do you think I was hotter with shorter hair?” Head tilted back, Griffin barks out a laugh. “Oh hell, dude, can you bring her back here for round two? I think I want to record it for the family.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re really good at sex,” she whispers. “I think about it all the time. I think there is something wrong with me.” “There isn’t. I think about it all the time too.” “Do you think it’s because we’re the perfect match?” “That and . . . my giant cock.” “Oh Jesus.” She swats at my chest and playfully pushes me away, but I take her hands in mine and pin them to her side.
I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but . . . I’m going to get Harper back. Fuck the past. Fuck this curse. I’m going to make Harper my forever girl again.
“Where are you going? I have something for
you.” “No, you don’t.” “Sure do.” From my pocket, I pull out a braided bracelet I paid my niece to make for me. “It’s a friendship bracelet.” I hold up Harper’s arm and secure it around her wrist and then show off my wrist as well. “See, we both have them.” “Oh, Rogan.” Eve shakes her head. “This is so beneath you.” I ignore her. “It’s official. Best friends forever.”
Reid: From the way I saw Harper stomping around the general store this morning, I’m guessing she’s not too thrilled. But . . . she had her friendship bracelet on. Rogan: Did she? Brig: ^^^ was that desperation in your voice? Reid: I think it was. Griffin: For sure, with a voice crack, easily. Reid: Voice crack for sure. Brig: Definite voice crack. Rogan: Fuck off, all of you. Brig: <Ross Gellar Pivot GIF> Griffin: <Aston Kutcher Laughing GIF> Reid: <Man Riding Ritz Cracker GIF> Jen: I fear for all the women in this town.
“After this conversation I might just eat the whole damn thing.” I start to walk toward the register but pause and face her, holding up the carton. “This right here? This is your fault.” “My fault? How is you eating ice cream my fault?” “Because.” My eyes give her a slow once-over. “You’re driving me crazy. I don’t know if I actually want to be friends with you or fuck you up against a wall.” Talk about shocking the crap out of her. She takes a step back, eyes wide. “Wh-what?” “You heard me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a Lactaid pill and a bowl of dairy. Night, Harp.”
Sorry to tell you this, Harp, but when it comes to us, there are no rules. Harper: And that’s why I’m keeping my distance. Rogan: Because you’re scared? Harper: Terrified. More than you’ll ever know. Rogan: Do you know what terrifies me? Harper: Do I want to know? Rogan: You tell me. Harper: I might regret saying this, but . . . I want to know. Rogan: What keeps me sleepless at night, what wakes me in a cold sweat is the possibility of never being able to feel you in my arms again. Harper: I was right. I didn’t want to know.
I don’t think I can take not having her lips on mine tonight. I want her in my arms, in my bed, my mouth on hers, my cock buried so far inside her that there’s no doubt she’s mine forever. “Love me,” I plead. “Fuck, Harper, just fucking love me.”
Rogan: What does your night look like? Please tell me it’s with me between your legs. Harper: When did you get such a dirty mind? Rogan: Years of pining after you. Now all I can think about is getting you naked and making you writhe beneath me. Harper: You could write romance novels with that type of thought. Rogan: Maybe I’ll ask Rylee if she needs some help.
was just searching for my home . . . and you’re my home, Rogan, my person, and no matter what, I’ll always belong to you.” Fuck. She couldn’t have said it any better. She’ll always belong to me. My forever girl. “And I will always belong to you, Harper.” I lean in to press my lips against hers, but she stops me.
