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“Your body is fucking perfect, Cheyenne.” I swear to God, those words came out of his mouth. My jaw fell open. His face went red. “Fuck. Sorry.” “For what? It was a compliment.” “Men shouldn’t comment on women’s bodies.”
“I love my dad the most out of anybody.” Girl, same, I wanted to say. Instead I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I know.”
“Well, accidents happen. But when you have something precious in your hands, you need to hold on tight. Understand?”
‘Woman is the most fiendish instrument of torture ever devised to bedevil the days of man.’”
“The truth is, Cole, I’ve loved you hopelessly for so long that I don’t know any other way to do it. But being with you like that would give me hope, and that’s something I can’t afford right now.”
Stay with me, I wished I could have said. Kiss me. Touch me. Whisper my name, and I’ll whisper yours. Tell me again how you love me. Let me give you hope. Let me give you everything.
“That when you have something precious in your hands, you need to hold on tight.”
“When you have something precious in your hands, you need to hold on tight.”
“I feel a lot of things. I feel like I want to hold you all night. I feel like all the oxygen goes out of the room when you enter it. I feel like I’m the only guy in the world when you look at me. I feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you smile.”
“You told me a lie too.” I met her eyes. “What do you mean?” “You said you loved her the real way.” “I do love her the real way,” I insisted. She crossed her arms, pinning me with an accusing stare. “Then you wouldn’t have let her go.”
