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Gone is the boyishness of his face. Gone are the lanky arms and legs. It’s still Ryan staring me down, but Ryan the man. Ryan 2.0. Ryan maple-glazed and covered in sprinkles.
And just like that, I was eighteen again, faced with the woman who drives me insane—but mostly from how much I want her. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes narrowed, and I could see she had no intention of burying the hatchet. Nope, she threw down the gauntlet. This old flame between us is still kindling, and I want to kiss her now more than ever.
All I know is that June says she hates me. But I don’t hate her. In fact, I think I’m just as crazy about her as I was back then.
Here, try our newest donut: French vanilla with a hint of ‘my best friend is leaving forever’ tears.
My Christmas cards from the past five years look like I’ve given up on the human race completely and married that Christmas tree instead. Douglas Fir makes a wonderful spouse.
I hate that I have body image issues that I can’t seem to get over. I can fake it in public, but when I’m alone, I can’t hold it back.
“Has it never occurred to you that the only reason I picked on you in high school is because I was crazy about you? Or that messing with you was the only way I could get you to look at me?”
He smiles, and his eyes fall and settle on my mouth. “June, I’m not your enemy.” Those dark eyes hold my mouth for five heartbeats before they pop back up to meet my gaze. “I never was.”
I reach for the salt, but he picks it up first so that he can be the one to give it to me. He goes for the wine, but I snatch it up first and fill my glass to the brim, taking the last
The truth is, I’m scared to death of Ryan Henderson. He’s my kryptonite. An arrow that shoots straight to my heart and never misses.
“Well, this was fun, June Bug. Tell you what, since you showed me yours, next time, I’ll show you mine.”
“I could bash on that woman with you right now if that’s what you want. I could also list a hundred different ways I think you and your body are perfect. I could tell you that I check you out from head to toe every time you walk away from me, and that, last night, I had a dream about you that would definitely make you blush.” She chuckles against me. “But I think what you need is to hear that your ex was a self-serving ass. You’re beautiful, June. His words had nothing to do with you and everything to do with his teeny-tiny—”
And now I’m thinking maybe we won’t run out of time…maybe we’ll get it right this time.
His abs are like six perfect shelves. I could store things on them if I needed to.
“June, I’m not interested in becoming the next guy in your long string of one and only dates. I like you—I have for a long time—and I’m done hiding it. I want to give us a chance, but one date is not gonna do it for me. So, are you ready to give up your rule?”
Fact: People stuck in their college days are more annoying than ingrown hairs.
“That was some serious lip locking on the dance floor last night,” says Jake over the phone as I’m folding clothes on my bed. I use the word folding loosely. “Lip locking? Are you in a 90s Mary-Kate and Ashley movie right now?”
“We’re moving too fast. One minute I hate you, and the next, you’re filling my produce drawer. What’s happening?”
If only this wasnt about onions
I’m on fire, and he’s the extinguisher. But then again, maybe he’s the gasoline.
I almost forgot what it was like. Years of non-stop work almost had me believing that I didn’t even need a family. Like my pots and pans would come to life Beauty-and-the-Beast style, and I’d have all the company I need in the kitchen.
This woman is a killer, and as I grab her jeans by the belt loops and tug her closer to me, I realize I’m dead.
“I don’t know what all crap Ben pulled to pollute your self-esteem, but from now on, when you want a pretzel, get a damn pretzel.”
“Son, just ‘cause you’re good at something doesn’t mean it’s what you were made to do.”
Some of us need to live through the healing rather than talk through it.”
