The Ex Files (Ocean View, #1)
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Read between December 28, 2023 - January 2, 2024
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At that moment, I make my decision. I’m going to keep her. I’m going to keep this woman. Fuck her matching me up.
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It’s the girl. Knowing she exists, knowing I found her, gives me the energy I need to get through this long day.
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“Not gonna scare me off with your hot girl armor.”
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“I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. And unprofessional. You’re here to be matched—” “I’m not. You know it.”
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“You might know red flags, but I know green ones. And this man is a fuckin’ leprechaun.”
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Stalking me now, sweetheart?
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But again, this is her job. To go on these dates, figure out who the good ones are. To find love for anyone but herself.
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“No, Cassie. No. You need to know this about me now. I will protect what is mine until my last fuckin’ breath. If someone says something to hurt you, I’m talkin’ to them. Someone fuckin’ touches you, I’m sure as fuck making sure they never do it again. I know you’re proud, know you’re strong. I know you can handle yourself; you’ve done it for long enough. But now I’m here. Three weeks, three years, or a fuckin’ eternity, right now you’re mine. You got that? You being mine means I take care of you.”
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“From now on, it’s my job to make sure you know how fucking beautiful you are. To make sure you don’t question it, and when you look in the mirror, you only see beauty. When you see spots you used to hate, you remember me kissing them. Make sure you know how fucking gorgeous I think every damn inch of you is.”
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The words catch at the small tear in my heart, one of thousands, catching it like a tiny threaded needle, adding a single stitch to the tear. Not enough to repair it —no, that’s my job. Only I can do the repairs, but a single stitch, a splint to keep it safe while I do the work.
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“I told you that first date I was keeping you. I’m here. I’m keeping you. You want to push me away, fine. You want to be Cassie, want to be scared and convince yourself we have nothing, fine. You need me to prove I’m not a piece of shit, that I’m real and I’m yours? I’ll wake every fuckin’ morning just to do that. I’ll wake up and do everything in my power to prove it to you. But what we’re not doing is this. You lying to me, lying to yourself. Telling yourself we’re less than we are.”