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I’ve never seen blue eyes so dark. Like a stormy sky. Like the raging sea.
A neon purple sign on the wall closest to me reads HELLO THERE, only the O and the T flicker in and out, giving the impression it’s saying HELL HERE instead.
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“You’re so fucking gorgeous, City Boy. Sorry it took me so long to tell you.”
I love the nickname
“Challenge accepted,” he says simply.
❤️
Acknowledging his pain in no way invalidates mine.
“You called me your boyfriend.”
“Is that what we are?”
His mouth rises into that stupid, cocky smile I’ve always loved and hated with equal fervor. And I think— There he is. There’s my sunshine.
“You’re my boyfriend. Fuckin’ deal with it.” I feel it in my eyes first. Then the corners of my mouth.
“One day, I’m gonna hold your hand in public, and not feel like I’m dying when I do it.” I blink a couple times as my throat swells with emotion.
I fell in love with Will. That’s it.
“You’re in love with him?”
Behind me, I hear my best friend start to tell my boyfriend, “If you ever, ever hurt him…” And nope. No. I am absolutely not smiling.
I look at Waylon, and he looks back at me, and we’re smiling like a couple of damn idiots in love.
“I still knew you loved me. It might as well have been written across your face.”
I’m not going anywhere, okay? I still might have no fucking clue what I’m gonna do with the rest of my life, but if there is one thing I am sure I was born to do, it’s love you.
My tolerance for peopling is at an all-time low these days,
“Hey, City Boy,” I whisper, gently cupping his face. “I got you, I’m here.”
“Way,” he breathes into a watery smile. A pucker and release, just like a kiss. His mouth twitches. “Guess what?” “What?” I whisper “I love you.” I bark out a short, wet laugh. “Yeah?” “Mhm.” I clear my throat. “Well, that’s good, ’cause I really, really love you,” I say thickly. His grin widens, causing his eyes to squint. “Really, really?” I laugh, but it comes out more like a sob. He swallows hard, eyes fluttering, then barely audible, he asks, “Is it still beating?” I clench my teeth and nod, tears scalding my throat. “No regrets,” he whispers.
Will, the person who my heart beats for.
Waylon and me… This little family of misfits…
