The Happy Ever After Playlist (The Friend Zone, #2)

by Abby Jimenez

Sloan: I haven’t painted my own works since my fiancé died two years ago. The dots started to jump. Then they stopped. Then they started again. Jason: I’m sorry to hear that. There was a pause between texts while he typed again. Jason: Sometimes the hardest place to live is the one in-between.

“I wanna get my hands on your pipes.”

“You realize that repeatedly bringing me my favorite coffee is comparable to feeding a stray cat, right? You might never get rid of me now.” “Good,” he said, pulling me close to kiss me with an enormous grin. “I was hoping for something like that.”

I was a ghost, wandering the rooms of a museum of the person I used to be, and Jason was like one of the living who could somehow see me and decided to wander the place with me.

“You haven’t even touched his penis yet? Why?” “Lower your voice!” I whispered, shooting a look at the door. “I swear to God, if there isn’t penis touching in the very near future, this friendship is over. That’s what I want for my birthday gift.” “For me to touch Jason’s penis?” “Yes.” “Darn. I got you some lotions from Bath & Body Works,”

This was just a season, and there’s beauty in all seasons. Even if you are looking forward to the next one.

You can’t control the bad things that happen to you. All you can do is decide how much of you you’re going to let them take.

Sometimes the hardest place to live is the one in-between. And sometimes in-between is all you’ll ever get.

“Maybe. But my job is to help you with your crazy. Make you the best, most magnificent crazy you can be.”

“You think you know what love looks like. You think the fairy tales and the romantic movies prepare you. And then you finally, really truly find it and you realize you never knew a thing about it until her.” He shook his head. “She was every love song I’ve never been good enough to write.”