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“Let’s grab a bottle of Jack and head down to the lake.” “And our kiss?” I didn’t even know why I brought it up. “No worries, darlin’. You’ll get your fucking kiss.”
the girl in front of me was unlike anything I had ever met. She was different from every other woman.
She was wild, she was real, and even though I did want to fuck the shit out of her, I was genuinely having fun just being around her, and that scared the shit out of me.
for the first time that night, I realized that the girl who was on top of me, the girl who I was still inside, had not only branded me with her art and her ink, but somehow, the fiery girl who wasn’t my type had managed to brand herself somewhere far deeper.
I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t, but I was willing to try. For her.
But I was willing to do whatever it took to get her to trust me. To trust me to be more than just her friend. I wouldn’t survive this friendship with Staci. I already knew it. It would either go the way I wanted it to or I would get hurt. But for the first time, I knew that the girl was worth getting hurt over.
“I get it,” I said the words over the rumble of my bike. “You let me fall in love with you, only to truly fuck me in the end.”
“Livy, I don’t really remember the day that I fell in love with you because I feel like I have been cliff diving into you since I was sixteen years old.
I couldn’t love you any more than I do now, but God, I know I will fall more in love with you tomorrow.”
“Even though I am unsure about most things in life, I know with everything inside of me that I love you and will love you forever. I know that we will face many trials together, but I vow that we won’t face them alone. I vow to always laugh at your jokes even when they are questionable, and I vow to try my hardest not to use all of the hot water. I vow to pick you up any time you are down and to always remind you why we fell so madly in love with each other. More than anything, I vow to love you fiercely for the rest of our days. I love you.”
My hands held her firmly against me as she cried, and I promised her that I would never let go of her. And I meant every word.
Would I get jealous? Fuck yes. I was jealous right now, but there was a difference between jealousy and possessiveness. I didn’t want to possess Staci. I just wanted to love her.
And I knew that I could read every romance novel that lined the walls of my apartment, but nothing would ever compare to this. Because Mason Conner had somehow surpassed every single one of my book boyfriends.
