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“It’s just my personality. I can’t help it.” “It’s a fucking ugly personality and bullshit.
“When did you become such a pompous ass?” “Is that what society is calling confident men now?”
It’s like we’re back in college, when he got really good at pushing my buttons. But instead of the best makeup sex ever, I’m stuck with celibacy and bottled up anger. Perfect.
“When you’re old like me, you find wearing a jacket is like wearing underwear: always necessary.” There’s a visual: Mrs. Davenport in underwear. I hide my shudder. “Something to look forward to.”
“It’s true. I read enough romance to know exactly how this goes. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. Simple. Your boy loses girl section is just a tad longer than normal.”
“Tell me this,” Brig says. “Do you still love her?” “Of course I do,” I say, without even thinking about it, knowing it’s the truest thing in the world. “Love has never been an issue for me. I’ll love her until the day I die.”
“Oh, okay, yeah . . . good idea. After a week of fighting, let me just tell her I’m still in love with her and throw down the fact that I bought the manor with the sole purpose of making sure no one else took the house, and my memories of her, away.”
“Watch your back, Sanders. Before you know it, you’re going to be calling me up in the middle of the night to tell me about your period, just like old times.”
“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.”
Griffin: Are you insane, Rogue? Rogan: They were the only two available at the time . . . and they imposed on my solitary confinement. Brig: ^^^ AKA, sitting in his car . . . again. Reid: It’s weird that you do that. We can see you, man. Rogan: I never said I thought I was invisible. Reid: Still weird.
Brig: Friends first . . . LOVERS next. It’s the perfect plan. Griffin: Christ. Are you really taking Brig’s advice? Rogan: I’m ashamed to say, yes.
Noticing my hesitancy, he guides me toward the corner, a gentle hand under my elbow. “You know, it would help if I wasn’t forced into manhandling you.” “Excuse me for being skeptical.” “Why would you be skeptical? We’re friends.” “We’re really not.”
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.”
shrug, feeling a little embarrassed. “I can’t deny it . . . yeah, I fucking bought all the places you gushed over. It was how I could stay connected to you without hurting you.”
She pulls my chin up, and I meet her eyes. “Hey, I’m up here.” “Yeah, I know where you are. I’m just choosing to look elsewhere.”
“Love me,” I plead. “Fuck, Harper, just fucking love me.”
I like to believe that some people hold the beat of another human’s heart in theirs, and they spend their entire lives searching for the owner.
