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“But here’s the thing, as long as you’re there with me, wolf scout, it’s impossible for our wedding day not to be perfect.”
“So you’d elope then?” I try to tease him back. He sucks ...
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“Who would have thought the maverick bodyguard wants the most traditional wedding?” His lips lift. “...
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Farrow has sought companionship and love since he was young, and I can easily see him craving to celebrate the love he shares...
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Farrow is already uncapping a black Sharpie with his teeth and marking a big X on two palettes—both having reds in them. He knows what he wants. I like that.
And when I think about my grandmother, I think of Hate.” I shake my head a couple times. “I’m worried that her hatred will ruin our wedding.”
No hesitation, he smudges her name away with the side of his fist. Farrow glances back at me. “Okay?”
“But I’m marrying you, and the way you exist in the sun is the purest shit in the world.” My chest rises. “I want to marry you in the summer, wolf scout.”
Any sudden movements and he’ll stir. I’m careful not to wake him.
Maximoff needs more sleep ever since shit storm after shit storm has blown in, and I’d give him my sleep, my energy if I could. The best I can do is be very gentle and try not to sit up.
Donnelly posted a mirror selfie, showing off the Wawa logo tattoo on his shoulder blade. I click into his profile, the bio just a string of emojis. But that blue-eyed shameless motherfucker has 4.6 million followers. My lip rises.
Underneath Quinn Oliveira’s towel gym selfie, I type out a one-word comment. Dead We give Oscar’s younger brother shit in the comment section. Donnelly: I love a thot Oscar: needs more towel
A new company means new rules. Akara okayed personal social medias, and most SFO bodyguards just recently activated Instagram accounts. Me included.
but the 61.3 million followers definitely puts my fame into perspective. Though, I’m nowhere near Maximoff’s 102 million, and I know he loves to one-up me at everything but I’m not trying to win any popularity contests.
His chest rises and falls with his deep breath, his dark-brown hair disheveled and his bodyweight against me. Seeing him content and relaxed, even in sleep, is one of my favorite things. I smile more, and carefully, I lower my phone’s volume to the quietest setting.
Maximoff. My eyes drift to him on the air mattress. He’s so pure, it aches my chest. Everything fans have mailed to us, he already gave to a Philly shelter.
I feel extremely fucking lucky to be engaged to him. To be fully a part of his world and gain his comic-book-obsessed, bizarre-as-fuck family as my family—shit, I’m staying in his childhood house. A home that is warmer and packed with more unconditional love than mine ever was.
Maximoff treasures so much of the normal shit in our relationship, like the little things we gave each other, and we lost a lot in that house. I’m a little bit concerned he’s trying to prepare for another “doomsday” where the only thing that survives is what’s on our bodies.
“So you know how I’m planning to marry this really, really aggravating guy? I’m pretty sure he’s in the bathroom right now, plotting ways to piss me off.” He tries not to smile, but he looks infatuated with me.
“Wish me luck. Signing off, your friendly neighborhood human.” He’s such a fucking dork. Right when I think it, voices begin to escalate outside the room.
“Lo, don’t,” Lily pleads. “What do you think I’m going to do?” Lo retorts, his sharp-edged voice caustic and biting. Uncomfortable silence passes until he snaps, “It’s fine, Lil.”
Whenever the Meadows family rock climbs, an on-call doctor goes on-site, and ever since Sulli has moved back home, she’s been speed climbing more with her dad.
I know he thinks he can protect himself, and that’s exactly what Akara believes too. But Maximoff could easily be in a situation where he needs another set of experienced hands, a trained bodyguard—and if he’s alone…
it kills me to put Maximoff second to anyone. I love the fuck out of him.
“Just ask Akara for that one temp with the chin dimple,” Maximoff says. “The butt chin,” I correct. He smiles. “Chin dimple. He wasn’t that bad last time.”
“Maximoff is requesting Butt Chin for duty.” I grin wider as Maximoff glowers. He blinks. “I’m sorry, man. I totally ...
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But we’re not in our own place, and I’m not exactly thrilled that I’ve just destroyed the future in-law’s house.
FUTURE IN-LAW
We were in the middle of making sandwiches before we started fucking around.
“So you were pissed and punched a wall.” He sighs out a heavy breath. “Like you’ve never punched a fucking wall before.”
Fuck, my smile is killing my face. “He wants to be just like me.”
Maximoff releases his grip of the knob, just to give me two middle fingers, and he sta...
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But his gaze drifts off and his mouth downturns. Where’d you go?
“What are you thinking, wolf scout?” He shakes his head once. “We’re getting married soon, and I should’ve known that you’ve never punched a wall.”
“You know me better than any guy ever has. You’re my person.” His chest collapses in a breath. “You know I feel the same.”
He’s rubbed that ring so often since our engagement in Greece, like a piece of me is attached to him. And he’s trying to protect what it signifies and means. Our stubborn love, our future together.
To be honest, I’m dying to give Maximoff the most normal, romantic ceremony in the world.
Those are moments just between us. And I don’t want his parents to jump to wild, overreaching conclusions.
I care about the Hale family, more than any other (even my blood relatives), and it looks like someone is hoarding gossip magazines knowing they shouldn’t be reading them.
And last thing I want is for this toxic shit to leech onto one of his siblings.
His love for his family has always been extremely sexy. And I’m going to be honest here: it makes me want to have kids with him. Badly.
STOP
LUNA HALE SEEN KISSING THREE MYSTERY BOYS IN ONE NIGHT! SEX ADDICT ALERT! “Fuuuck,” Maximoff curses hotly.
I asked him about whether he hooked up with Luna, and he admitted to the entire thing. “I wouldn’t hurt her,” Donnelly emphasized. “Man, you don’t have to convince me.”
For another, he knows Maximoff would be pissed—and Maximoff is attached to me. Donnelly hasn’t really tested our friendship like this before.
“Donnelly would treat her better than three mystery guys in a Manhattan club.” Maximoff tucks his phone in his back pocket. “He’s twenty-seven. My dad will murder him, Farrow.” I toss the magazine on the stack. “True.”
She might not even want to hook up with Donnelly again.” “Yeah,” I say, but I feel for Donnelly. If he risked our friendship to be with Luna, there’s a good chance he really likes her.
Xander grabs a Hot Pocket and shuts the freezer. “You punched the wall?” He’s staring at his older brother. I smile into a bite of apple.
He tucks his longish brown hair behind his ears. “So like, if I’ve been watching porn for an hour every week is that too much?”
“What’s too much?” he asks me, not his brother. Maximoff is smiling this soft smile at the wall. I’m guessing he’s happy his teenage brother is seeking me out for this shit, and I am too.
“Uh, because I’ve gained way too much muscle working out with you two and boxing, and I’m so over the fucking paparazzi hounding me about it.”
Xander grabs his Hot Pocket and slams the microwave. “No, I’m over it, Moffy. They can suck my dick.” He exits, and I force down a laugh.
