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“One day, some girl is gonna walk into your life and flip your whole world upside down and you’re not gonna know what the fuck to do with yourself except drop to your knees and beg her to never leave.”
“Carter Beckett is the damn elephant, Liv.”
“You dirty little liar.”
According to Cara, these hockey men have amazing stamina and can go all night. And one as experienced as him must be absolutely mind-blowing in bed. Put me in a coma for a day or two, you know? I could use the chance to catch up on my sleep.
“Dude. When you offered her your number, she said ‘that’s gonna be a no from me’ and slammed the door in your face.”
Well, fuck me sideways and call me Sally.
When the music shifts, the familiar mellow strum of a guitar drifting around us, my body stills. And I bark a laugh as John Mayer starts singing about a woman named Olivia.
“What I lack in height I make up for in attitude.”
“You Googled the fuck out of me, Miss Parker.”
“Would you quit calling your brother a fuckboy?”
Running from things you’re afraid of won’t get you very far.”
Fear told me to run, to leave before he could hurt me.
Fear is a funny, fickle thing. It’s there to protect you, to keep you from getting hurt, tells you to back up before it’s too late. But it weighs you down, keeping you from moving forward, like feet stuck in mud. And more often than not? You get hurt anyway. Sometimes, like today, you hurt the person you care about in the process too.
My thumb rubs methodically over the words etched into the pendant connecting the chain to the clip. Miss Parker it says on one side. Turning it over, I smile through my quickly blurring vision at the words on the back: World’s hottest teacher.
Her wide eyes lock on mine, cheeks blazing, hand hanging there in midair, holding on to a … A goddamn Oreo. Woman’s my fucking soul mate.
“Oh, and Carter? You can’t fix your past, but if you want a different future, all you have to do is choose it.”
I wanna tap that man like a maple tree.”
“Don’t go bacon my heart! Mmm, mmm! I won’t go bacon your heart! So, oooh, oooh! Don’t go bacon my heart!” He flops onto the couch with a sigh. “You think Ollie likes the extra-extra bacon pizza I ordered her? I bet she found the most bacon-y slice.”
hate to tell you this, but if you’re scared of falling in love with him … you’re already halfway there.”
Emmett Theater 4, row L, seats 10 & 11. Tonight at 7:30. He’s still going.
Hope is one of those funny things, kind of like time. Time either races or drags; there’s no in between. When things aren’t going your way, time stands still. You feel stuck, rooted in place, and your feet won’t move in the direction you want to go.
Oh look. The feminism has left my body.
“Hank didn’t scare you off today, did he?” “Are you kidding? That guy really amps up your cool factor. His smut collection is the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Are you limping? What kind of freaky shit did you get up to this weekend?”
“Have a good night, everyone.” I wink at the camera. “Hi, Ollie.”
World’s Sexiest Man on a scale of 1-10, how mad will u be if i call u princess on national TV?
“I love it when you talk teacher to me, baby.”
“If you want obsession, fierce appreciation, wild, unrestrained passion … If you want fucking magic, Ollie, then it’s me. Let it be me.”
“I need you to know that I’d never hurt you. Hurting you would break my heart, and you own that thing. You’re my Ollie girl.”
“That was for you, pumpkin!” When he scores in the third period and dedicates it to his princess, he points up at my red face lighting the jumbotron, places his gloved hands over his heart, and pretends to faint.
“I’ll take that as a hell yes. Fuck, I’m killin’ it at this boyfriend stuff.”
“Oh, I see. You two Beckett children are one and the same.” “Assholes?” Mom guesses. “Yeah, blame their father, not me.”
“Be nice to your girlfriend, Carter,” Hank calls from across the table as he slips a piece of pepperoni to Dublin. “Or she won’t let you try any of the fun stuff from the book we’re reading.”
“Hank!” I scream, rubbing Olivia’s back. “Uh-oh,” he murmurs. “Dublin, I’ve fucked up again.”
Nabbing Olivia’s clipboard off the ground, I flip through the notes, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Ah, here we are. First order of business … which one of you called Miss Parker a puck bunny last Monday?”
“What? Fuck no! Oreo-themed slumber party? That’s, like, my dream come true, right after you.”
“Ohhh-ho-ho. My soft little Ollie bear. Have you always been such a fluffy marshmallow?”
The universe was laughing when it planted Carter’s birthday on Valentine’s Day.
“The sword of thunder is never too tired.”
“I don’t want you to watch my dog while I go away. I want to get a dog with you. I want you to be my baby-doggie mama.”
“Did you just add that to your secret spank bank folder?”
“Do you even know me? I need an audience. I need flair. I need to embarrass the fucking shit outta you.”
“Toss that fucker in the penalty box! Go back to New York! We play real hockey here, you fucking douche-waffle!”
I repeat, Cara said good job, boys. We high-fived the shit out of each other.
Lock me up and throw away the key. I’m yours, baby. Always have been, always will be. And I’ll romance the shit outta you when we get home.”
Everything begins and ends with you and me and the way you make my heart pump wildly and my stomach do flippy-floppies.”
“Flippy-floppies?” “Fucking flippy-floppies, Ol.”
“Oh, no. No alcohol for her.” I place a protective hand over her belly. “Isn’t that right, little mama?”
“You had one rule tonight.” I did. One rule. Don’t tell anyone about the baby I accidentally put in my wife over the summer.
