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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.
“And Eaton, that girl is my daughter. My princess. So, mind your goddamn manners, keep your hands to yourself, and stay the hell out of trouble, yeah?”
Does Rhett Eaton look at me like I’m roadkill? Yes. But am I excited about getting out of the office and doing something different? Also, yes.
Harvey Eaton loves his boys with a fierceness I admire.
This man gives me whiplash.
Somehow, my brain has connected them to the lipstick Summer wears, and the color isn’t even that similar. But it’s going there anyway.
my dad would make us drink a glass of it every day, and I’m pretty sure it was borderline child abuse.
Heading toward a shower. A cold one.
Eventually, she reaches out and readjusts the seat. Up. Down. And then settles on the exact same spot I had it in the first place. Stubborn.
“Hey, Doll.” Some Ken-Barbie looking cowboy is leaned up against the wall when I round the corner.
Rhett doesn’t have to pull me hard. My body moves toward him like butter melts onto hot toast.
Rhett has a reputation, and I have a bad habit of letting men I should stay away from break my heart.
Rob has groomed me almost beyond repair.
Watching her sleep like a lovesick Ted Bundy or something.
I want to do distinctly ungentlemanly things to Summer Hamilton.
Summer had your Wranglers ad plastered on her bedroom wall for years.”
“Not a fuckin’ chance, Princess.”
Cocky motherfucker.
“Did you doodle our names with a heart around them in your binders?”
“I’m finding I don’t really care what people think where you’re concerned.”
For all the times I imagined his hands on me, I never imagined my body reacting like this.
In response, Rhett growls and dusts his lips across mine. Tingles shoot out like electricity, like every bristled point that touches me sends a spark dancing, twirling across my skin. Singeing every nerve ending.
It all blows away like dust on a dirt road as I kiss Rhett back.
“Good girl. You wish that was my cum, don’t you?”
All I want is her.
“You’ve always had my attention, Rhett.”
“Because if this were my last moment on earth, that’s how I’d want to go.”
For a man who’s never been huge on chatting, he sure has a lot to say once my clothes come off.
“If you’re not walking bow-legged tomorrow, I won’t have done my job tonight.”
There is nothing remotely professional about the way I’m touching Rhett Eaton right now.
“I don’t want it, Rhett. I want you.”
“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.”
All the people who I want to stay never do.
Because I don’t want to fight him anymore.
“Why does something always have to be wrong for me to call you?”
Eww
Guess you can be a doctor and still be stupid.
“I hope so. I think I get off on other people hearing you scream my name.”
We can call it a team meeting.
Winter started at the same hospital, and he was instantly taken. And I was instantly forgotten.
“Homewrecking is hereditary for you. You can’t help it. I get it.
“Summer. Don’t you get it?” He stands, holding out his hands in frustration. “I care about you.”
Rhett runs out from the left of the screen and throws himself on Theo’s body like a shield. Selfless and heroic and stupid. And just in time to bear the brunt of the bull’s charge. All I know is that I scream.
want to hear your voice. Even if it’s you bitching me out. I deserve that. Please pick up.
Rhett: It wasn’t just sleeping together. Not even close. It was everything. And it scared me. Rhett: I can’t lose you.
“But you’re my nut.”
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.
That still feels like the bulls and the buckle are his priority.
I want to spend the rest of my life staring at her. Then she mouths, I love you.
The fame. The buckle. None of it matters. Not one bit. All I want is to hear those words from her lips. I don’t want to spend my last moments on a bull. I want to spend them hearing her whisper that in my ear.
“You’re it for me too.”
