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“You’re a flower bound to suffocate without sunshine, fresh air, and tasty nutrients.” I blinked. Hard. “What?” Pushing up from the table, he said, “You heard me just fine.”
“Then close your eyes when you feel like it’s too much, and when you open them and look at the back of the room, it’ll be just like home, only better.”
“I’m going to fall.” “So fall,” he said, low and confident. “I’ll be here to help you get back up.” I felt it then, that irrevocable shift inside. As if somehow, someway the vibrancy of the world had dripped away, and the only color that remained was us.
“I’m a betting man, and I’m willing to bet a whole fucking lot on you being the best time I’ll ever have.”
“I don’t look at any of them the way he looked at you.” Leaning down into my face, he seethed, “In fact, I don’t need to look at them at all.”
“Where are you, sister fucker?”
I just died 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
“Little sis,” Graham said, still sounding perplexed. “But I always thought if any of us could win her heart, it’d be me.” “Win her heart? What are you, a fucking poet?” Hendrix said, spitting blood onto his hand and frowning at it.
“You made the mistake of telling me about him, and then I made the mistake of seeing it with my own two eyes. I won’t be your second choice because some asshole couldn’t make you his first.”
“If it doesn’t feel good, you let it go, and you find something that does.”
“Where are we going?” “To talk or make out. I’d prefer the latter, but I’m also happy to simply stare at you.”
😍😍😍😍😍
His hands cupped my cheeks, and mine flattened against his Henley-covered chest as our lips found a soft yet frantic rhythm. The type of rhythm that spoke of lifetimes instead of stolen moments. The type of rhythm that set my heart soaring, thudding against my chest the same way his was doing against my palms.
I swiped at a traitorous tear. “I know.” And I did know, but when the heart was desperate, it was capable of ignoring whatever it needed to.
“I knew it,” Dad said, a tad too triumphantly. “I tried to tell you, Brenna, but you wouldn’t even hear it.” He mumbled something about, “Telling me there’s raccoon’s in the goddamned attic.”
Bahahahahahahahaha kill me now
Stunned, I didn’t move until he kissed me, soft and gentle and full of the kind of promise that, once upon a time, I’d be desperate enough to believe. But once upon a times were for dreams, and he was only capable of nightmares.
Then he was gone, and me and my malfunctioning heart were on our own.
