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What does it take to get Zeke Sweets’ attention? Basketballs for boobs? And I don’t mean huge boobs, I mean literal basketballs. The only time I’ve really seen him smile is when he’s on the basketball court.
At least I don’t have to worry about you telling anyone how awful our date was.” “Why’s that?” “Because you don’t talk much.” “Burn,” he says and his lips curve into another smile.
“Tall and muscular, for sure. I’m curvy and I don’t want to feel like I’m going to crush some poor guy if I straddle him while doing the reverse cowgirl.”
She’s reckless and naïve. So desperate to make a mark on the world she doesn’t realize she already has.
You talked Brady into letting me off this weekend?! Zeke If I have to go, you have to go. Besides, we have unfinished business. Me ? Zeke Skinny dipping of course.
“Before we go back. I, uh, made you a playlist.” Gabby started following my music account after that first night we listened to music together and we’ve texted a few times about it, prompting me to create my new lists with more than just myself in mind. “You did?” Her voice is excited and surprised. She pulls out her phone like she’s going to check it out now. “Listen to it later,” I urge and pull her toward our friends.
I’m jealous. It’s such a foreign feeling it takes a minute to identify the unused emotion. I’ve always gone after what I wanted with no apologies. And I was successful more times than not. I never wanted anything I couldn’t have, but I want her, and I can’t have her.
When I open my playlist, my gaze snags on the sub-title, You’re beautiful on the outside too.
I’m hoping for holy shit, but in a she doesn’t even look like she tried sort of way. Or in Zeke’s case, I’m going for let’s bang right fucking meow.
“You’re stunning in that dress. Scratch that, you’re stunning. The dress is just along for the ride.”
Being with Gabby is like wearing my headphones except instead of music drowning out the noise, it’s her making everything else fade to the background.
“What do you say, want to make some memories?” And then I kiss her.
I’ve never felt more beautiful as he holds my face in his big hands and feasts on my mouth. It’s sweet and hard and. It. Is. Everything.
“Enjoy it because I’m not so sure your penisaurus is going to fit inside me.” “Penisaurus?!” His ab muscles contract as he laughs.
“They mean that you lived. You’re here with me right now. If you think that your scars make me want you any less, you’re wrong. I want you because of them. I want you because you’re here and you’ve made me feel more alive in the past month than I have my entire life. You lived and you brought me to life.”
I take a step back and just keep right on staring at her, wondering how I got so lucky and imagining all the ways I want to show and prove to her that I’m not lying when I say I think she’s beautiful. No, not just beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I want someone to love me for the ugly and the beautiful, and every shade in between.
Inside my room, I stop short at the pink bike with a big red bow stuck to the basket, just like I said I wanted. A card pokes out of the basket and I grab it and sit on the bed, reading through the sobs: Someday I’m going to buy you a cherry red convertible. Until then… Zeke
“I think the champagne has made me hallucinate, it sounded like you just asked me to move to Phoenix with you.” “I am in love with you, Gabby. And if the amount of tears springing out of your eyes is any indication, I think you love me too. So, come with me.”
“God, I love you.” The girl painted her boobs to look like basketballs. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.
