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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.
can’t explain it, but I just know that somehow, tonight will change my life.
“Because Tootag was a fifth grader and he was fucking huge—he had a beard already.” I shrugged. “And you were crying. I felt bad.”
Despite what I’d said to him, I’d seen every episode—twice. Okay, three times.
Anything I could do to increase Ellie’s chances of snagging that 30 Under 30 spot, I’d do it.
I never planned to stay anywhere forever.
“What’s in the bag?” she asked, pointing at my duffel. “Whips. Chains. My gimp suit.” I shrugged. “If the party gets fun, I want to be prepared.”
“I think I stole an umbrella from your locker once.” “You did. It had hedgehogs on it, and it was adorable. You whacked it against the flagpole, and it got all bent out of shape.”
After a quick spray of cologne, I tossed a couple products in my bag, hid them beneath my jeans and sweater, and zipped it back up.
“I would murder you with a corkscrew. Then I’d flatten your hair in your coffin.”
The side of herself she showed me at work ran cool and tart, but I had a feeling she ran sweet and hot beneath the surface.
But it’s not just the size of the boat. It’s definitely the motion of the ocean.”
“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.”
“Ha!” I was bursting with so much shock and indignation, I had to jump up and down on the bed to burn some of it off.
Really? SMH
“Get off me, you scoundrel!”
Scoundrel?
“I want another chance. For years, I’ve been kicking myself for fucking up in that closet.”
“Sex can ruin a friendship, you know.” “Then it’s a good thing we’re not friends.”
“Wait,” I said, getting to my knees and placing both hands on his chest. “Do you really want this?” “Are you fucking serious?” “Yes.” “I’ve wanted this every single night for six months. Probably farther back than that. You’ve always been the unattainable girl of my dreams, Ellie.”
Afterward, I felt as if I really had just washed up onto the beach. Breathless. Damp. Exhausted. Shipwrecked. Stranded.
“I take it you don’t want kids?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it in any real way. I’m not ready to grow up myself yet, you know? How the fuck would I manage raising a kid?”
