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If your heart desires bright colors and bubble letters, then go for it, I say.
The idea of a party sounded fun, but once I was there, I’d immediately want to leave.
I wanted Benji. I wanted to hold him, kiss him. More than that, though, I wanted his heart. Because he already had mine. Consequences be damned.
Of course Ace would be fucking respectful of my wishes, that asshole.
I guessed I had to get out of bed. That hadn’t been in the plan at all.
Maybe I didn’t have to be someone else after all. I’d just needed to learn how to be me.
Dre was talking again. Stupid roommate who lived here.
“Wasn’t hard to figure out. Dude’s always hanging around, looking at you with heart eyes.”
“Maybe I don’t need you to be fun,” I said, squeezing his hand. “Maybe I just need you to be you.”
“Let me do this right, Benji,” I said. “I’ve had hookups before, but you’re different. You’re special. Let me show you that.”
I never had been great at accepting compliments. Accepting them while a naked man hovered over me? Didn’t really help, strangely enough.
“We have to tell him,” Ace said. “He’s my best friend, and he’s your brother, and he’s going to find out eventually.” “I like the sound of eventually.”
we walked out of art history class where I had been subjected to tiny, marble penises — or was it penii? —
My conscience could be such a buzzkill.
“I love you too, Ace. I should have said that right away. I’ve loved you longer than you can possibly imagine.” “You might be confusing that with infatuation.”
“Benji and Ace,” Mom said. “How about that? We didn’t need to worry, after all.” “You were worried?” “Oh, honey, we knew you loved that boy,” she said fondly. “He was always so sweet to you, I worried you’d get the wrong idea. Guess I was the one who was wrong.”
I looked down at my hands, my precious, artist’s hands that drew beautiful things — and sometimes naughty things — and sighed mournfully. With a mental apology to them, I stepped up to the counter and prepared to molest a turkey.
“That’s like being in love with a brother.” I scoffed. “Don’t even play. I wasn’t the only one with a crush.” She turned red. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Just … go in there and do your boyfriend shit.” “My boyfriend shit?” “You know … be supportive.”
“Come on, let’s go get some turkey.” “My hands have fondled that turkey in some very inappropriate ways.” I waggled my brows. “Then I’ll savor every bite and look forward to the moment these hands are fondling me.”
You’re everything good in this world, Ace Collins.”
“I’ll give you anything you ask for right now.” “Even a cruise in the Bahamas?” “Uh-huh. Jeremy can pay.”
I didn’t doubt it anymore. I’d never doubt it again. Ace Collins loved me.
I would do a lot for love, but get up at the crack of dawn? Not one of them.
Besides, we had a house deed. Way more binding than a marriage certificate.
