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I close my eyes. My mom got sick seven months ago. Wow.
I can go anywhere I want.
I guess I like pouring salt on the wound. Feeling the sting is better than feeling nothing at all.
“Have you ever seen the movie Taken? Because I have, and my father is no Liam Neeson. He doesn’t have any special skills, and he will definitely not come find me.”
“Why did you need to escape?” “Because I didn’t want to be there.”
His nose wrinkles, and somehow he manages to look even more handsome. It’s annoying,
“That’s a shame, because that’s actually a band that I’ve heard of.” It’s not a band, but whatever.
I knew it. That’s every single man’s problem. They’re not ready.
His lips twitch. “If you’re desperate.” “Yes, I’m desperate.”
My finger grazes over the top of her knee. “Right here on your kneecap.” “Don’t touch my leg,” she hisses.
I look up. My hands have been, and currently are, all over her leg as I try to get enough lev...
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“He is not proposing,” the woman in the black dress says back to them. My brows furrow up at her. “Shh. You don’t know that.”
This is only for fun, but in the back of my heart, there’s an ache, a realization that someday I might have to propose again for real, and I hope when that day comes, I don’t feel this sad, pinching feeling.
“Is this your way of getting back at me because I turned down your proposal? You’re going to stab me?”
“I’m sorry I acted like a pain in the word-you-don’t-say.” Her lips twist into an adorable smile. “I guess we’re even.”
She climbs in the car, and I stand there, watching as she drives away, surprised by the spark of life growing inside my chest.
Meg.
It wouldn’t be the first time someone made a mistake and came crawling back.
“Here, Mrs. Johnson.” My student, Krew, hands me his paper.
“I know,” I say, rubbing his back. “But you’re stuck with me. We’re a team, and we both miss Mom.”
“Yeah, it sounds like you’re giving Krew a leg up on his education.”
“I think you might finally slap some sense into the kid,” he says.
know he’s loving this little exchange.
She knows he’s flirting with me.
all I can focus on is my freaking heart palpitations. My heart hasn’t beat like this in years.
I press my lips into a small smile, trying to ease his embarrassment. “I thought it was cute.” “Are you sure you didn’t mean to say pathetic?” he asks, matching my smile with one of his own. “Definitely cute.”
I’m the face-palm emoji personified.
“Really?” Meg bites back her smile, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in a long time. In fact, I’m surprised by the twisty feeling in my stomach right now.
“Are you going to answer him?” “Are you going to answer me?”
“I’ll see you. I’ll find you if I don’t see you.”
I’ve decided there’s nothing sexier than a man snuggling his son close.
“I’m not most parents.” No, he’s not.
“So you’re a romantic?”
“I’d love to hear these sappy songs. Make me a playlist.” My chin drops. “Make you a playlist?”
It’s titled Un-frog-ettable Love Songs.
but there’s something about Meg that pushed me over the edge.
If you’re ready to move on with your life, don’t worry about what other people will think. They aren’t the ones dealing with loneliness.”
“He’s good to talk to, you know, because his wife is dead too.”
Then I immediately drop the phone onto the table like it’s a hot potato. What did I just do?
give him the folder with the name Lord of Darkness on it and keep walking. I see his lips move into a smile before I go.
“I would say no. I like my dates to last longer than ten minutes.”
“Of course you’re still attracted to women.” “Not all women.” His smile widens. “Maybe just second grade teachers.”
He leans in, putting his face a few inches from mine. His voice lowers. “Good thing we’re not dating then.”
“No, but I am pretty skilled at using my body.” His smile turns devilish, and my insides flip over themselves.
“Are we friends with benefits?” I slap his shoulder, and he laughs. I thought being friends with Tyler Dixon was going to be easy as apple pie, but I think I might be mistaken.
My father always jokes that he doesn't want to know a man’s name until there's a ring on our finger. So the chances of him remembering Nigel’s name is slim.
