Spotlight (Famous, #2)

by Eden Finley

Apparently, if I don’t want her to grow up to be a sociopath, I have to let her get bitten by other children.

Haha

“He’s my uncle. He likes boys not girls, but Mom and Dad say that’s okay because boys are allowed to love boys and girls can love girls.”

Hahaa freaking kids

Lyric’s face when he smiles is … there are no words for it.

We stare at each other, and his curious eyes almost have me blurting my sexuality all over him like a unicorn vomiting rainbows.

And that’s how you negotiate with terrorists … I mean children.

Haha

“Why does Cash Kingsley think I’m straight when you know I’m not? Like, definitely not.” “Maybe you give off a super-straight vibe?” “Bitch, please.”

Hahahah

“So, you’re a label-less queer guy who likes who he likes and those likes change depending on your mood. End of story.”

Oh God, I have a crush on a dude who was in a boy band. Kill me now.

HAHAH

And that’s how I end up throwing up all over my idol’s shoes.

HAHAHAAHHAHAHA

If he was anyone else besides Kaylee’s nanny, I’d probably crawl into his lap and offer myself up as a snack.

He’s unapologetically him, and it’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced.

I want to be the guy to give Lyric everything he wants even though I can’t be. I shouldn’t be.

What I’m not expecting? The military uniform. Or the giant government-issued duffle at her feet.

Oh she’s in the army

Oh, holy mother of … everything holy. Ryder’s mouth comes down on mine for the type of sweet torture I’ve only ever fantasized about.

I’m not sure if he pulls me to him or if I take the lead, but his lips feel familiar. Like I’ve kissed him a million times over a hundred lifetimes.

“Be a good boy and get these two songs recorded, and maybe I’ll let you have more.”

Because when Ryder kisses me, everything makes sense. I don’t know how, only that it does.

“It did, but here”—Lyric’s hand cups my cheek—“you’re just Ryder to me.”

“Cash and I never did anything outside of the studio. He has the emotional reach of a vibrating dildo.”

Hahah

“All you have to do is breathe near me and it’s teasing.”

When I’m with you, all I want is more. More of your time. More of your touch. More … of everything.

I feel all of him, but it’s still not enough. I want him to surround me and consume all of me.

It’s intense and something that would usually freak me out, but when I break my lips away from his and look up into his eyes, all that’s inside me is the feeling of being complete. Whole.

I want to hold on to us for as long as I can.

I’m falling, and I’m falling hard.

I like him in my clothes more than I should. It’s like he’s wearing a little piece of me. Like he belongs to me as much as the clothing does.

She has on her Elsa dress, as suspected, but I wasn’t expecting the army helmet and Nerf guns. “You look super cute, bub, but, uh, are the guns and helmet really necessary?” “Yes,” she says simply.

Hahh shes cute

“You can borrow my clothes,” Kaylee says. “Lyric wears Daddy’s clothes all the time. They’re going to get married like us!”

HAHAAHHAAH

He turns big puppy dog eyes on me. “Please, Ry? Please? I’ll be your best friend forever.” “Are we twelve?” “Yes.”

HAaahaah love them together

“Yours. I’m more than okay with being yours.”

I’m in love with him. There’s no doubt about that.

I could live without fame. I could live without creating and making music professionally. I can’t live without Ryder and Kaylee.