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It wasn’t the table that was the heart. It was the people who sat at it.
sighed heavily. I needed to stop beating myself up. Change and moving on took time.
I made no excuses for how I’d chosen to cope.
Therapy hadn’t been working as fast as I’d wanted it to, and I’d been desperate to numb the pain.
It was astonishing how something traumatic could leave you changed to certain things and boys were one of them.
However, the universe had chosen a different road for me to take. A longer, harder road, where most days I found it paved with broken glass and I was forced to walk it without shoes.
Be cool. Compliments are supposed to be flattering, not make you uncomfortable.
“That’s what it looks like when I don’t like someone.”
A slow, bright smile stretched across Keelan’s mouth. “I think I’ve met my soulmate.” He shifted under me and groaned. “Can I have my arm back now?”
other than Logan did something to my heart. Woke it up, maybe? Sure, it beat fast when I was scared, and it hurt when I was sad. But I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt the warmth of happiness.
“You’re wearing another man’s jersey, looking hot as hell, and we don’t like it,” Creed said bluntly.
