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I think I’m at least an Ashley.
LOL
IF I COULD KISS ANYONE Matthew Radd Michael B. Jordan Bryson Tiller Zayn Malik Diggy Simmons Quincy Brown Ryan Reynolds Noah Centineo Carter Bennett
ya this is me minus ryan reynolds
“You sure about that?”
HELLOOOO
“Yeah. This sexy all over my face.”
OKAYYYYY
My body would only serve to drown his out.
I get you babe
I wince. He says it like I’m strictly into white boys. Which is not the case, and I hate that he thinks that about me,
Skinny turns around. “Oh. Is she yo’ girl?” he asks, pointing his thumb at me. Carter looks at me. “Yeah, that’s my girl.”
PLS
“But, yeah, of course I care that you’re safe.”
STAWPPPP
“Well . . . the Vontae show is on Sixth Street tonight.”
Why are they making it seen like this is a bad ask
All my life, he’s taught me what challenges I’ll have being Black—he’s warned me about unfair grading and harsher punishments and stuff like that. But I never really experienced any of it. That kind of stuff isn’t what I needed . . . preparation for.”
Being the exception to Black stereotypes automatically means that you’re not as Black.”
How does he keep doing that? Making me feel more visible than I’ve ever felt, like all my dark parts are glowing golden.
“Because that idiot’s had a crush on you since he started going to school at Hayworth.”
AW
He can’t stand that you think he would do something like this to you.”
Maybe then I would be more fearless.
I’m simply weak in the knees.
I don’t think you should explain your discomfort by ascribing it to the type of person you are. Seems . . . limiting.”
Because maybe one day you won’t feel uncomfortable.”
Then he looks down into my eyes. He says, “I forgot what I was saying.” My eyes roam over his lips, back to his neck and the gold chain there. “Me too.” I forgot what he was saying, what I was saying, what I was feeling before this aching desire to get closer to his breath, and why I ever thought that I hated him.
The way he looks at me makes me feel awake. Feminine. Attracted. It’s strictly how I’m wired—biology and chemistry, pheromones and hormones. So tragically hetero that any boy, any boy could make me feel like this.
If you say that you’re not the type of person to feel comfortable in this situation, you’re telling yourself how to feel the next time.”
Of course you’re uncomfortable. It’s a new experience.”
Sober Quinn’s too afraid of her feelings.”
getting all my feelings out so I never have to talk about them.”
He fights a smile, but the smile wins.
You know, Quinn, I’ll never understand why white people fight tooth and nail to be able to say that word. I just don’t see the appeal.”
I don’t think white people should say the ‘friendly’ version of that word, knowing that somewhere, someone is still using it as hate speech. Doesn’t seem fair to Black people that every time they hear it, they have to figure out whether or not they’re being insulted.”
I’ve never felt this seen by a white friend.
Fear is dangerous. Fear kills Black men.”
“And I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” He smiles, his eyes twinkling, then he laughs. “You’ll keep me safe?”
“Do you think I’m sexy?” Carter looks down at me. He holds my hips with the tips of his fingers, like he’s not comfortable being this close to me, but doesn’t want to push me away. “Quinn, you’ve always been beautiful. You know that.”
I smile. I can’t help it.
“You were wild last night, though. You were all over me, talking ’bout, ‘Do you think I’m sexy, Carter?’ Trying to kiss me and—” “Yeah, let’s not talk about it.”
He falls silent, but I can hear the smirk cracking across his lips. “I had no idea you wanted me like that.” “Hush.” I scowl at him. “I was drunk.” He tilts his head with an infuriating little grin.
We can’t choose who we fall for.
He’s walking backward, but he’s looking at me like he doesn’t want to leave. I don’t want him to leave either.
But we all know that none of our homes are perfect. And there’s an understanding between us.
I can’t believe he didn’t run away screaming after seeing me like that.
he says in a deep, groggy (sexy) voice, “You snore in your sleep.”
He smiles when he meets my eye, unsuspecting. I smile, too, then I rush over and flick rainwater in his face.
“It sure is.” His voice is right by my ear, making me shiver. He makes his way past me and sits on the edge of my mattress, looking around.
“It’s obvious.” He shrugs with a smirk. “And I’m observant.”
“For the record, I think all that you’ve said and done has been perfect,” and walks past me to the doorway. “Wouldn’t hurt if you said and did a little more.” “In regard to what?” I ask, tilting my head. “In regard to your feelings.” He crosses the threshold, shooting me one last breathtaking glance before disappearing down the hall.
“Hey.” He adds a couple of y’s to his.
“What are you wearing?” A surprised smile pops up on my lips. “Carter, that is so inappropriate.”
“Wait, no!” He takes a deep, calming breath. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good.” I laugh. “Are you sure?” “Yes. Go ahead with the story.” When I don’t say anything, he adds, “Please,” his low voice tickling my spine.
“So,” he says, “panties and bra, or just panties?”
I see an amazing, smart, talented, beautiful Black girl.”
“Anyway, I need more Black people in my life. I didn’t realize, until now, how important that is. There’s something about having Black friends that makes you feel . . . whole.”
“I can’t think about Matt. Not when you’re here.” Carter’s eyes widen.
