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She gives me the same knowing look she leveled on No-Game guy. Like guys have been looking at her like that for a long time. Like she can smell lust from fifty paces. Like she’s telling me it isn’t happening. Oh, it’s happening, baby girl. I’m plotting all the ways I’ll convince her to go out with me, and then who knows where that’ll lead when I remember.
😳😳😳
Let’s just say Rhyson’s DNA looks a helluva lot better on her. I mean, he’s a good-looking guy, but he’s, well, a guy. If I rolled that way, maybe. But I roll her way, and dayyyyyum.
lmfaooo💀💀
The string of text messages reminds me there’s a girl I’m trying to leave even now. I’ve been dating Tessa for two months,
Oh god…
There are too few perfect moments in this life. Far too few of us get them, but I am privileged to have this one with this man. When he empties his chest of his heart and empties his body of his soul for me under a starry sky on a Ferris wheel. And I know. In this moment, I know that I’m lost to him. It has been a matter of days. It has been a string of moments. It has not been long enough to tell him, but in my heart, I know I am lost.
omg🥺
We held hands through the Ferris wheel’s slow, rolling descent to the ground. By silent agreement, we let go when we saw the others.
They held hands awww😭😭😭
It shouldn’t hurt. We shared a few days, a few conversations, and the best kisses of my life. That’s it. That’s all, but last night feels like the best night I’ve ever had. And to think it wasn’t monumental for her or that she’s “deciding” what we’ll be when I feel like the decision was made for me almost as soon as I laid eyes on her, hurts.
“But I don’t know it would be, and . . .” I see the shape of her head as she lifts it, shaking it. “Can we take it slow? I don’t want to get hurt, and I think you could hurt me really badly.”
Ughhhh😭😭😭😭
“You come back to me, okay?” he whispers in my ear. “Slow doesn’t mean stop, right?”
“We need to talk now. I’m sick of chasing your ass down. You are taking responsibility for this.” “Responsibility?” Grip shakes his head and shrugs “For what?” “For this baby, that’s for what,” she retorts with harsh smugness.
EXCUSE ME WHAT- BABY? Oh hell nawww please no 😭😭😭😭
