Swoon

by Lauren Rowe

So, if that’s the case, then why can’t I love Amy, in a similar way? In some sense, like a brother would, only in that I want to take care of her and protect her and fix all her problems . . . But also in a decidedly un-brotherly way, too. In the sense that I want to rip her fucking clothes off, every goddamned time I see her? It’s a startling revelation to me. A new way of looking at things that makes everything click into place for me. I love Amy. I’ve always loved Amy. And I always will love Amy. And nobody else. And I also want to fuck the living hell out of her! Oh my God. What more could a man possibly want, if not all that? Amy’s words from the other day suddenly slam into me: “If you want me to be your actual girlfriend and shout from the rooftops about me, then let me know, and I promise I’ll give you a shot . . . if I’m not already dating someone else by then.” Oh, no. I’ve been such a fool!

Colin just had his brain explode!!!