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Before I knew it, I was staring into my fridge at dairy products not made from a cow, but rather from oat. What the fuck is that? Oat milk? Explain to me where an oat has a goddamn nipple.
“Take the job and stay with me for a bit.” But the moment the words fall past my lips, I realize what a huge mistake I just made. Shit.
“Fuck, could you imagine if you two fall in love? Friends to lovers, God that makes my little romantic heart beat faster.”
“Oh my God, did you make more muscles?” Make more muscles. Only Kinsley would phrase it that way.
I don’t need love or a relationship with some other girl. I have Kinsley. She’s my person.
“She was there, holding me tightly, when Jamie broke my heart. She’s been a part of every milestone in my life that’s carved and shaped me into the person I am today. I can’t jeopardize losing her over some weird feeling that’s in the pit of my stomach.”
I love this girl more than just a friend. I think I always have but never let myself consider it until the other night, when I thought I could lose her. That I could scare her so much with my anger, with my temper, that she’d walk out the door. Leave me.
I watch as the girl I’m madly in love with talks to a dog she only recently met.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, do you know that?” he says, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs. “Even when you cry, you’re gorgeous. It makes it difficult to keep my hands off you, to keep my body away from yours. To hold back any longer.”
‘No, she was my courage. How could I possibly call her . . . without her?’”
