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For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Dammit. I don’t want camaraderie with Mr. Bespectacled Stick Up His Ass.
It must be the unreasonably flattering dress she’s wearing. And my lengthy abstinent streak. That’ll make anyone see attractiveness when they should be running the other way.
I just needed to be alone. Instead, I’m stuck in a closet with this condescending, pretentious, irritatingly attractive tight-ass
It makes me wonder, if Jamie is that good at appearing fine when he’s actually freaking out, what else is he hiding beneath that pristine surface?
My sister and my friends, who Jules said were all in favor of this, playing Cupid—it feels like they’re saying I’m undesirable on my own, that I’m helpless and hopeless without them throwing me at someone. I have to be manhandled—no, tricked—into coupledom.
“And because they crossed a line, we should, too? Two wrongs don’t make a right.”
Dammit. First, he’s a baby doctor. Now, he rescues zombie cats in their hour of undead need. Ugh.
But this group still needs to get it through their thick skulls that they don’t get to disregard my wishes, even if their ultimate desire is for my happiness.
Jamie’s arm muscles flex, steadying me as I lock my legs tight around his lean waist. Our eyes meet, and if his smile turned my heart to gold-leaf glitter, his laugh makes me see stars. It’s honey warm and blazing bright, rich and deep and so unexpected, I throw my arms around his neck and crush my body to his.
There’s nothing like kids. Their innocence and warmth. Their guileless transparency. I find them so much easier to connect with than adults. Because with children, there’s no hidden agenda, just their honest thoughts and feelings.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as the wind whips it across my face. “I don’t see you differently. I see you better.”
If she can love that little creature, quills and all, maybe she could— No, not love. Of course not. But perhaps . . . understand me. How rare that would be.
People shouldn’t take on something to love and expect it to be convenient for them. You have to meet a living creature where they are, and love them for who they are, not who you want them to be.”
