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One is the real me, the other is for show. The problem is, not very many people know the real me anymore.
And I hate that distinction, because deep down, I hate failing people. When they’re mad, it means they care about you. They want better for you. They know you’re capable of better. When they’re indifferent like this, it’s almost like they expected you to blow it.
Her smile is soft and demure—sincere. And she’s lying through her goddamn teeth. The girl is good. I’ll give her that.
But I don’t get mad, I get even.
I don’t particularly care if I appear out of place. I feel good in skirts. Look good, feel good. And after years of not feeling good, wearing pretty clothes makes me feel good. So, I do it. Even if I look overdressed.
Rhett is poetry in motion.
“Why are you so cold?” She sighs, running a thumb into a deep knot. “The heat in my room isn’t working.” “What?”
one bed trope incoming?? I am BEGGING
“I saw you on TV tonight.”
and he never thinks of me.. except for when i'm on tv - t swizzle
“Keep up, Princess. Kill me, don’t kill me. At least you’ll be warm. You’re with me tonight.”
The knowledge that I do that to him makes me wild. It seems unlikely. We seem unlikely.
Summer gives so much of herself. Her dad. Her sister. Her stepmom. Everyone she meets. Me. But who the fuck is taking care of Summer?
Breathe on this girl the wrong way, and I’ll end you right here rather than just kicking your ass in the ring.”
Rhett Eaton will ruin me if I give him the opportunity, and I don’t even know what to do with that. I think I might want him to ruin me.
I don’t know what this is between Summer and me, but I want to worship at her throne. I want to give her the best of everything. The best of me.
“I don’t want it, Rhett. I want you.” My hands run over him, gently searching, but he stays quiet. Watching me like he always does. “I’m tired of doing what I should and ignoring what I want. And what I want is you. Inside me. All around me. I want you with me. And I want to be the only one.”
“What if you stopped worrying about everything that could go wrong and just let yourself enjoy how right this feels?”
“It’s two stars that look like one to us when we see them in the sky. But really, they’re two. Stuck together by a gravitational pull, always orbiting one another.” “Kind of like the two of us, stuck together,” he muses.
“It never mattered whose eyes were on your mom. Because her eyes were always on me.”
Fuck these people. Fuck Rob. Fuck her shitty sister. Fuck anyone who would make this woman feel like anything less than she is.
“Princess, you look like you were made for me.” Her voice is hushed when she responds. But I catch it all the same. “I feel like I was made for you.”
I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling. Summer wasn’t just made for me. She’s it for me.
“Right. Well, I don’t think I told you not to fall in love with him.” “I don’t love him.” He shrugs and gives me one of those sarcastic frowns that says, Okay, sure, but we both know you’re full of shit.
:'( <3
“Did a horse kick you in the head as a child when I wasn’t watching?” Cade asks. “Beau beat your ass too hard one time? If I shake you hard enough, will it get you thinking straight?”
All I want is the smell of sweaty mats at a gym and the clanking of plates on the end of a barbell. I want open fields, crisp air, and the Rocky Mountains at the end of the horizon. I want a man who smells like leather, looks like a glass of bourbon, and who calls me princess while drawing on my back. I want Rhett to unsay what he said. I want him to want me. More than he wants anything. I deserve that. He taught me that I do.
But I also know that men don’t look at a woman the way he looks at you unless they’re out of their goddamn mind for that person. I know you’re so accustomed to pleasing everyone that you give and give until you have nothing left to give. Rhett might be a little rough around the edges, but maybe you smooth him out and he scuffs you up. I don’t know. Only you can make these decisions. But what I saw that night was a man who’d burn everything down to defend you. I saw a man who’d risk it all to take care of you.”
But that man wears his love for you on his sleeve for the entire world to see. And he doesn’t give a shit who sees it. He’d scream it from the mountain tops if you asked him to. It’s written all over him. And you definitely need that.”
I’m alive, but am I really living? Or have I just been scuttling along, putting everyone else first?
All my favorite pieces are still out at Wishing Well Ranch, along with a good chunk of my favorite people.
“Tell me what to do, Summer. Tell me, and I’ll do it. Was I unclear before? Because I want to be crystal clear now. I love you. I loved you the moment you walked into that boardroom and smirked at me like you knew something I didn’t. It bothered me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Wanting to know what you know. I fixated on it, but I think I was just fixated on you.”
And for the first time in my eleven-year pro career, I feel it. Fear.
All I can do is stare back. I’m always fucking staring at her. I want to spend the rest of my life staring at her. Then she mouths, I love you.
But I told her I’d keep coming back for her. That I’d never stop. And that’s what I’m going to do.
The woman in front of me is the center of my attention. The center of my universe.
And I want her with me all the time. It’s fucking consuming. But she’s my favorite human in the world. After a certain amount of time together, other people usually get on my nerves. But not Summer. She’s my person. And I’m hers. Two halves of the same whole.
