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To those waiting on love, be patient. Love is a total drama queen. It’s just waiting to make an entrance.
Dear God. The amount of information one could learn from someone’s socials when one looked long and frequently enough was terrifying.
Its called research not stalking
First impressions were like words penned with permanent ink. Once etched on paper, there was little one could do to change them.
“Hey, Rosie?” he called before crossing the threshold. “It’s been great finally meeting Lina’s best friend.” Finally. He’d said finally.
“Rosie,” he half said, half slurred in a husky voice. “This really you or I did I wake up in heaven?”
Another perfect fictional man and another time for me break my heart
“There’s no such thing as silly when it comes to dreams. No matter how new or old they are.”
“Ah shit,” I said under my breath, looking down at my empty mug and the borrowed bills. “Lina me va a cortar las pelotas.”
LMAOO 😭😭
“Rosie, a seat?” he repeated. “I can’t promise I won’t bite, but I will try not to.”
“Being used by beautiful women is something I don’t mind in the slightest.”
“Sometimes we keep things from those we love for reasons we don’t even understand ourselves.”
I wasn’t surprised that she’d fallen asleep last night. In fact, I was shocked it hadn’t happened until the fourth or fifth episode of that vampire show she knew by heart. As much as we both had fought to stay awake—her because she had every intention of leaving, and me, because, damn, that show was laced with crack—we’d dozed off.
I BET MY LIFE ON IT THAT THEY ARE WATCHING TVD
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“But that’s life for you. Intense and heartbreaking.”
It’s not smart to pretend everything’s okay when it isn’t. When you bottle something up so tightly, the lid will blow up. Sooner rather than later.”
“So what do you say about those capers, then?” “Love them.” His eyes lit up. “That’s my girl.” That’s my girl. Ah, crap.
“You’ll pick a record, but pick wisely, because whatever you choose will be our soundtrack.” My throat seemed to go instantly dry. “Our soundtrack?” He nodded. “Lucas and Rosie’s Soundtrack.”
“I really miss Taco today. So that hug would really help.” His voice was so deep and gentle, so soft. “Can I get one hug, Rosie?”
That slow grin broke free, making me a little weak in the knees. Inevitably, I matched him with one of my own. “There it is,” he said, his fingers still on my chin and his eyes dipping down to my lips. “Deslumbrante. Como el mismo sol.”
“Sometimes, when we’re in pain, we need to come to the realization on our own that we need help. Before we can ever accept it.”
“You clean up pretty well as a Victorian vampire,” I managed to say after a few seconds. “You’re giving the protagonist of our show a run for his money.” And I’d take you over him any day of the week, I wanted to add.
He did not dressed up as a victorian vampire for halloween 😭😭
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I had told her once how much I hated how low she set her standards, and I’d meant every word. It infuriated me that someone who brought to life romance heroes, love stories people longed for, wouldn’t expect all those things from real life. Because she really seemed fine not expecting any man to live up to her heroes. She was fine with it.
“Rosie,” I said after I caught my goddamn breath. “If you think this is something I don’t want to see, then you have me figured out all wrong.”
“I want to do the noble thing, Rosie.” I dipped my nose in her hair, taking that deep whiff of her scent like the animal I was. “But I’m finding it really hard when all I want to do is sinful things to you.”
Just fucking do itt
Some days, I found excuses to touch her. I’d tell her she had something in her hair. Or that I’d thought there had been something clinging to her clothes. Sometimes, I reached for her and didn’t come up with an excuse in time so I just smiled at her like a total idiot, and hoped for the best.
Why is he so cuteee
I wanted to lay myself at her feet because no one had ever done something so thoughtful for me. Something this personal, something that had been designed to bring only me happiness. I wanted to pull her into my arms and thank her, worship her, make sure she knew how grateful I was. Fuck. I wanted her. Now more than ever.
“You like it when I speak in Spanish to you.” Yes. Obviously. “I guess I do.” “I can say it again for you, would you like that?” he offered, and then, instead of waiting for my answer—Yes please, sir, and can you record it, too, so I can play it for years to come?—he leaned in. Close. Really, really freaking close. Until his mouth fell on the shell of my ear. “Dulce de leche.”
YESS SIR PLSS 💳 💳
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“You said you wished we’d met at Aaron and Lina’s wedding,” he said, his expression turning grim. He took one determined step toward me. “I thought that tonight, for this one last date, we could pretend we were doing that. Meeting for the first time.”
HE FUCKING RECREATED THE WEDDING FOR HER AND ALSO THE CAKEE 😭😭
Lucas smiled, and it was one of those rare bashful smiles. “What do you think? Is it… Is it grand enough?” This selfless, considerate, good man, openly anxious over something like this. Over me liking his grand gesture. Me considering it grand enough.
Are you kidding me 😭😭
God, I loved him. I had fallen in love with Lucas Martín.
“Rosie.” He said my name tenderly, so tenderly, that I wanted to beg him to take it back. “Had I been at the wedding,” he continued, and my heart stopped beating all over again when he met my gaze, “had I spotted you across that hall, I would have thought wow.” He paused, his face lighting up. “That girl takes my breath away, she’s so beautiful. And she sure looks like she loves cake.”
He reached for the box that sat on the bench and threw the lid open. Inside, a single slice of strawberry and cream cake sat on a little plate. And I recognized it immediately. It was the same kind that had been served at Lina and Aaron’s wedding.
“Because I would have known then”—Lucas stepped forward, his chin dipping to look straight into my eyes—“that I’d been single only because no one had ever stolen my attention, scattered my thoughts so effortlessly. So completely. Not the way you did.”
“I would have begged you to save me a dance. Or two. Or every dance until the night was over and our feet hurt. And after that, I would have begged you to please let me take you home with me. To my bed. Into my heart.”
I LOVE HIM SFM
“Every single time I’ve called you Graham, I’ve done it to remind myself that I couldn’t want you the way I do. Every time I’ve taken you on a date, I’ve had to tell myself that it was part of an agreement. And every time I’ve said I wanted to be your best friend, all I’d wanted was to take from you as much as you could possibly give me.”
“If you want anything from me, you only have to ask.” Lucas’s forehead came to rest against mine, his breath now leaving him shakily. “Don’t you see that I’ll break my back to provide anything you could possibly need? Have I not made myself obvious?”
“This is not a one-way street, Rosie. You look after me, and I look after you. We take care of each other. We’re a team.”
Because as much as touching Lucas usually left every cell in my body tingling, I was beginning to understand that touching someone you loved was about much more than just that. It wasn’t always about the sparks and the fireworks. Not exclusively. It could also be about the peace it brought you. The comfort. And for all the romances I’d read and the one, almost two, I’d written, I hadn’t known that. I would have never imagined that touching a man could light me up inside and quiet every worry and every noise in the world.
“Is this deep enough? Am I more than just good now?” Oh my Lord, he was.
“I’m going to erase from your memory every loser that had you and...
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“Next time?” “If you’ll have me.” His lips fell. “I don’t think I can stay away, Rosie. Not now that I’ve tasted you. Not now that I’ve had you. Not when I have only a week to feel you here, against me.”
“Of course, I’m scared,” Dad had answered. “I’m terrified for you. I will always be, Bean. But that’s part of loving someone. You want them to thrive, to succeed, to accomplish any dream they reach for, but you also want to protect them. To soften any blow that might come. But I’d never be disappointed in you.” He had paused and then added, “And I’ll always make an effort to understand, Bean.”
Life was too short, too brittle, to keep secrets and live in half-truths. Even when we thought that we were protecting those we loved. Or protecting ourselves. Our hearts. Because the reality was that without honesty, without truth, we never lived fully.
