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Ezra. Pinned. Controlled. By me.
A smile starts to build as I realize I beat his ass twice tonight.
Would it really kill you to play nice with me?” “I’m like ninety percent sure that would be detrimental to my health, yes.”
Sure, Ezra and I will get along. The day he gets a personality transplant.
“I’m a temporary stop. I’m no one’s forever home.”
“Hey, I can be a decent human being and be full of shit at the same time, thank you very much. It’s called multitasking.”
“Insults are pretty romantic to me.” “Of course they are. It’s how you cavemen communicate.”
By the time I finally pull up at the hotel, I’ve made a decision. A decision that really shouldn’t have taken me five hours to come up with: I’ll wait and see what happens. I never claimed to be a genius.
Anton drops to his knees and flips his hat so it’s on backward, and my legs buckle.
but one of the main reasons I try to avoid anything serious is because it turns me into a spoiled brat of epic proportions. My toys are mine.
People. Relationships. Love. I don’t want any of it. Except when he leans over and presses a kiss to the top of my head, I’m starting to suspect that I really, really do.
“You’re trying to get me jealous.” “You look so sexy when you’re trying not to deck someone.” “Why do I always need to remind you who you belong to?”
“Nope.” He pinches my chin and leans in, dark eyes locked with mine. “No joking. You are an awesome person, Ez. And while we do this thing, you’re also my person. If anyone says that shit to you, they get to face both of us.”
His pouty face is pouty. I poke his cheek. “Are you sulking?” “She thought you were hot.” “And?” “And? You’re mine.”
Anton confuses me in the best possible way. Or the worst. It could be either. Or both. I’m a confused mess, and it’s all Anton’s fault.
He’s the only one who’s paid close enough attention to me to see past the smokescreen. Not even my parents care enough to put in the effort. I make it deliberately hard for people to love me, and I sabotage when they’re getting too close. It’s easier than them being disappointed by who I really am. But Anton sees. And he’s not disappointed.
I like him harmlessly flirting in front of me, behind my back? No. Nope. Don’t like it. I don’t like any of this.
Ezra is mine. I groan at the thought. At doing what no one else has ever done.
“I didn’t like being forgotten about.” His gaze darts away from me. “Yeah, so not what happened.”
I told myself I wouldn’t fall for him. I lied.
I’m usually good at it—walking away. But this time, it feels wrong. My heart wants me to stay, to put myself out there, but my mind is telling me to run instead.
I pause, trying to come up with a way to tell her Ezra is perfect, when saying things like cocky, loud, and high-energy are always seen as negatives.
“I think you should leave being funny to me. I’m better at it.” Anton kisses my cheek. “You think you’re better. There’s a difference.”
“You knew too?” I ask. “Nah, but now I do, I’m seriously concerned for your guys’ mating ritual.”
I never let myself be vulnerable around people. But I let you see all that, and it doesn’t make me embarrassed. You don’t make me feel like I need to hide that side of me or be someone else. You and me, Anton, we don’t need to justify this for anyone else, because we know what it is.”
but putting up with toxic relationships because you share DNA with someone is way too stressful, and I don’t know why people do it. I can’t believe I did it for so long. I’m worthy of healthy relationships. It is possible to love me.
What do you do when your lifelong dream comes true? You create new dreams.
“Cheer’o to being queer’o? Is that inclusive?”
