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Call me. Xoxo Jav I blink back my shock and stare at the phone number scrawled beneath. Javier gave me his number? Bleddy hell!
this book is so cute already (i know this isnt who she'll end up with but what a way to start this book out)
I then realise with great surprise that my best friend just took my breath away.
How did I never notice how kissable they are until right this second? There’s no way she’s bad at kissing with lips like hers.
“You know what they say, ‘A beard that rocks the red is a beard that rocks in bed’.”
He drops a kiss to my hair, and it’s the perfect kiss to seal a perfect moment between two best friends.
As those words escape Freya’s lips, a flash of movement catches my eye, and we both look over to see a wee blond-haired boy, who can’t be more than six years old, staring directly up at us, listening to our entire exchange. His mother stands just behind him, looking outraged. With a scathing look, she drags the wee lad away, no doubt thinking we’re a couple of perverts, and I hear his wee voice repeat, “Is my penis called the Loch Ness monster too, Mummy?”
D-E-D dead
He sighs heavily. “Remind me what your boobies look like. It’s been hours, and I’ve forgotten already.” I hit him with an unamused stare. “If I show you my boobs, will you stop moping?” He shrugs sadly. I sit up and lift my nightgown, giving my breasts a hearty shake before lowering it and snuggling back under the covers.
literally a regular occurence in a long term relationship frfrff
I need to get ahold of myself. For the next forty-eight hours, I need to pretend I’m not a daft idiot who is doing exactly what I promised I wouldn’t do: falling in love with my best friend.
This day was the reason I fell in love with my best friend. Yet, despite all these new experiences and feelings, I can’t help but look at Allie and me in the mirror next to each other, and think, Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
“Ever since your gran died, I haven’t stopped thinking about all the things I should have done with her. I should have bought her more flowers. Showered her with wee presents, shown her my love more. Hell, I should have sat my arse on that sofa and watched her favourite programs on the telly instead of watching football all the damn time.”
But I was wrong. I’ve never seen you happier than when you’re looking at her. I’m mighty grateful I lived long enough to see that.”
Funerals. Fuck them. Fuck the lot of them. They can go to fucking hell. Fuck cancer. Fuck old age. Fuck sympathetic looks.
“It was a yes,” I laugh, and he reaches up to wipe the tears from my eyes. “Good, because I wanted to wait until I trapped you to tell you the new kitty shat on your rug and left a stain.”
“Never have I ever fallen in love with my best friend and got everything I ever wanted out of life.”
