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He smells so good that I can barely register what he’s saying.
I have plenty of ideas where he stands with me. A lot of them involve taking his shirt off. Some of them involve him taking off mine.
Rob doesn’t ask me to dance; he takes my hand and spins me into the music.
can’t seem to focus on anything but his eyes, dark and shadowed and fixed on mine. His hands brush my waist, my hips, my shoulders, but never more. Just enough to drive me crazy.
He breathes my name like a promise.
His hand lands on my waist, warm and sure. The other finds my face, and his thumb strokes across my cheekbone. “Because I didn’t want to be interrupted.” Oh.
LMFAOOOO YEAH
Oh, yes he can.
“Did you bring Callie here, too?” “Callie who?”
“Don’t worry. I can catch up.”
I’m glad his eyes are staying on the road, because I’m melting in the passenger seat.
“You don’t have to handle it by yourself, either.”
Three letters, and my heart explodes with butterflies.
It takes everything I have to keep from pressing the phone against my chest and spinning in the chair.
My voice sounds like it’s coming out of a sniveling toddler.
It’s a generous statement. Much like everything else about Owen, I’m not sure I deserve it.
“And what? I’m Robin Hood?” “Yes!” He claps me on the shoulder and grins. “Because that makes me Will Scarlet.”
“Then don’t. Text me your address. I’ll break in.”
he’s hotter than the day is long.
I didn’t realize how lonely I was until I wasn’t.”
‘A real man has no right to take what’s not offered.’ ”
I’m ready for coffee. A shot of vodka. A baseball bat to the face.
His expression tells me he’s teasing. Gently. Even that is more than I deserve. I don’t smile back.
I’m so sick of crying.
If I speak, I might lose it.
She was the only person who let me be me
To reconcile that the good memories didn’t vanish just because there were bad ones in there, too. All those memories are a part of who I am. The good ones and the bad ones.”
“It’s okay to miss him,” he says. “It’s okay to miss him even if what he did was wrong.”
I want to dodge. I want to hide. I don’t like confrontation, and I don’t like worrying I’m in the wrong.
She looks gobsmacked.
You want a cookie?”
Nothing is simple and straightforward and easy.
I know now from the events at Connor Tunstall’s house that this is Sam’s way of disguising stress: being the ultimate party girl.
To everyone else, Samantha looked vivacious and carefree, but was she really drowning inside the whole time?
“I’m glad Sam has a sister to lean on.” I hug Sam tighter. “Me too.”
“You said the old crowd is too much. So I’m sitting down.” He hesitates. “Is that okay?”
I’m giving you crap because you can take it.
“One choice doesn’t determine your whole future.
Other people don’t have the challenges we have, Owen. But that doesn’t mean they don’t have their own.”
I was a lost girl. Lost in everyone’s impressions of me. Lost by letting their impressions replace the ones I have of myself. I force myself to hold her gaze. “I’m not lost. I want to do the right thing.” “Most of us do,” she says ruefully. “The problem is that it doesn’t always look the same for all of us.”
I don’t want to hear this, but I do.
We stand there for a minute or an hour or an eternity.
“Sometimes when we’re trying to protect the people closest to us, doing the right thing doesn’t always look so clear.”
Did that make her behavior more acceptable?
no
I’m doing what Connor should have done last February. I give Mom’s hand a squeeze and then pull free. “I’m going over there.”
“It’s so good to see you like this,” I say. He blushes. “Like the old Rob Lachlan?” “No.” I lean in to kiss him. “The new one.”
