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The music I’m streaming cuts off, and my Google Maps is no longer registering the little arrow that’s supposed to lead me out of this middle-of-nowhere-serial-killer-backwoods road.
The Pillow Bandit on the run.
it’s because I voted differently than them. And sometimes it’s because I frowned outside their favorite yogurt shop and now they want to cancel me forever
I ran away from my life of fame today, and now I’m standing in a strange man’s house watching him make up a bed for me even though he dislikes me.
“Why? Are you going to offer to throw in a tub of yogurt with the tickets and poster and money if I say yes?”
Susan helped me land a record deal that made me internationally famous, and nothing could have ever prepared me for how completely it would change my life. How it would ruin my relationship with my mom.
These days, I’m nothing but a maxed-out credit card that everyone keeps swiping.
Noah is the blanket fort you used to make and hide in as a kid. So warm and reassuring.
He says only the things he wants and not a single word more.
Such a grump
“Baker! You’re a baker, aren’t you?” He earned those delicious forearms from kneading dough!
“You guessed it, Nancy Drew. I own a pie shop.”
“I don’t like pie.” He says it so definitively. I blink at him. “But you own a pie shop.” “Probably why I don’t like pie.”
What the hell is in there, and why doesn’t he want me to see it? My imagination has been running wild. It’s a kinky sex den. He’s a Trekkie and the room is full of Star Trek memorabilia. Oh no, maybe he’s a Beanie Baby hoarder.
Lmao wtf her imagination is wild
This town is just a layover for her type. Believe me.
He is rude
It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman in my arms and that’s the only reason my body is reacting so intensely right now.
And then, I don’t know who moves first, but our lips collide. My hand shoots up to cradle the back of her neck, and her arms wind around my waist, pulling my body flush with hers. Tender curves. Warm scent. Greedy hands.
Hahaha yesssss
Something about Noah’s place feels homey.
he still keeps that door shut as if he’s afraid I’ll rush in like an un-potty-trained puppy and pee all over his bedding.
Not the puppy lmao
I’m ashamed of you, inner sexual goddess. Control yourself.
“As in Rome, Kentucky? You came here on purpose?
“Keep us from getting our hearts broken, or keep you from getting your heart broken? Again.”
Ooof
“And Noah? Grandma would’ve liked Rae, you know? No matter what you think, she’s got a kind heart. I can tell.”
Aww
“I’m drowning and no one sees me.”
Care is reckless because it doesn’t come with the seat belt that selfishness offers. Care has so much to lose, and almost always ends in heartbreak.
wait wait wait. Did they say Noah sat by my bed all night and monitored me?
Grumpy as hell, but honorable no less.
“And let me ask you something? When the hell did it become such a crime to be selfish now and again?”
Ugh mabel - the queen
No one loves anything they’re miserably chained to.”
“Bullshit. I’ve known that boy since he was a baby. I can read him like a book, and I’d bet my entire living he’s grumpy because he wants you around too much.”
I flatline. Someone get the stretcher.
“I thought…I thought you were mad and it was better if I left.” He rolls his eyes with a little hint of a smile before gesturing toward the slices of pie. “I was just getting you a slice of pie.
Lol a man of few words who feeds the lady
He’s obsessed with flowers.
“You better open up. You know I get low blood sugar.”
Also, hello, Amelia, where’s your pants? YOU NEED PANTS.
He wags his eyebrows. “You jealous?” And he’s flirting.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, without a slur but words heavy with sleep. “And you sing like an angel, too.”
“Because Susan will be mad.
Susan can f off
“And if that man’s hands can make a pie that good, imagine how delicious the sex would be.”
AHHHHHHH VIRGINIA
“Dammit,” he whispers and then looks at me one more time. “You look very pretty.” I feel a smile in my soul before it reaches my lips. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Like a little old couple who’s been married for thirty years, we sat on the couch side by side and watched Jeopardy!
“Amelia, stay. Please.”
Ooop is this the turning point for noah?
I’m determined to show them that I’m completely normal. N.O.R.M.A.L.
“I’m trying so hard to stay away,” he says in a low rasp. His eyes track over my face and now the pull between us feels crushing. Unbearable. “And I’m failing.”
“To me, you’re Amelia. Maker of shitty pancakes and a smile that rivals the sun. All I want is you.”
“I don’t want to go back,” she says, her eyes snapping to me. “I’m going to live here now. No more celebrity life for me. Cancel the tour. I’m done with music.”
“Noah. I won’t ask you to come with me when I leave, but I need you to know that if you ever change your mind you’re always welcome wherever I am. Always.”
“I’m not leaving you. I thought I could keep this temporary but—” He breaks off, shaking his head and kissing me hastily. Nearly painfully. It’s the most exquisite torture. “I don’t want it to be over between us. I can’t let it be over.”
YES
“Last night, I held you in my arms and realized I’d be an idiot to ever let you go.
“Send me Claire’s number the moment you’re back in service. I’ll be hiring her immediately as my own assistant.”
“Go to hell, Amelia,” before the door shuts behind her.
