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There was just something so irresistible about getting under her skin—I was a kid in a candy store around Ellie Fournier.
“That’s because it’s all bullshit created to scare you into watching more news, so they can solve the problems they made up in the first place.”
“Anyway, what do you have against getting a solid ten inches tonight? Sounds like a good time to me.”
“Spare me the juvenile dick jokes, please.”
“Does that mean I can make adult ...
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“I can’t explain it, but I just know that somehow, tonight will change my life.
“The money I gave you was mine. Tommy Tootag took yours.”
“Because Tootag was a fifth grader and he was fucking huge—he had a beard already.”
“And you were crying. I felt bad.”
Anything I could do to increase Ellie’s chances of snagging that 30 Under 30 spot, I’d do it.
“It’s almost worse, knowing that kind of love exists, but worrying you’ll never find it. Like maybe if I hadn’t seen it in real life, I’d think it was only in fairy tales and I’d be willing to settle for less.” She shrugged. “But I’ve seen it. And that’s what I want.”
“Don’t worry, I planned out our whole day. First, we’ll make snow angels for two hours, then we’ll go ice skating, and then we’ll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse cookie dough as fast as we can, and then—to finish?—we’ll snuggle.”
“Fuck off and let me take care of you.”
But today when I’d heard that little heartbeat and saw those tiny feet and looked into Ellie’s brown eyes, my gut hadn’t told me to run. It told me to stay.
