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I want him safe. I want him to win too though. I want that for him. But I also want him for myself.
It’s lewd. And I love it. So, I sit back down, tangling a hand in Rhett’s hair and tugging at the roots.
Rob thinks he can treat me the way he has and then insult Rhett?
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.”
He’s connected the freckles to say Mine. And God, in this moment, I feel like that might be true.
Rhett: We can call it a team meeting. Summer: You’re going to call having sex a team meeting? Rhett: Team building?
You’re not seriously fucking your agent’s daughter, are you?
Unlike me, Summer really, really cares what people think.
I’m not sure how I fell so hard, and so fast. I’m not sure of anything, really.
Fucking shit disturber.
“Careful. People here are going to think the infamous bachelor Rhett Eaton is taken.”
And there is no one I’d rather ruin my reputation with.”
Summer: Wanna go for a midnight drive? Rhett: Now who’s the animal? Summer: Still you. I’m the princess. Rhett: Fuckin’ right you are. *My* princess.
I’m an absolute goner for this girl, and I never even saw her coming.
Something about if the press found out I’m a sex addict, they’d have a field day.
I close my eyes and soak that up for a moment. Hearing that I’m enough for someone like Summer. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that.
I love that too.
I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling. Summer wasn’t just made for me. She’s it for me.
Dad: If this were my last moment on earth, I’d want to go with a beer in one hand and a mini donut in the other.
The dick, too. Big fan of Rhett Eaton’s dick.
“I’m against hitting women myself, but I fully support you decking your sister.”
It’s cathartic.
“He is my husband. The question is, what are you doing here?”
“But I want to make one thing clear. I am not possessive. I am protective. And I’ll never stop protecting you. I’d hit that fucker again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping him from talking to you that way.”
seeking comfort in a way that has me feeling like the little girl I once was.
know. Been helping that kid for over a decade now. He pisses me off because he’s a loose fucking cannon, but I like him. I knew you two would get along eventually.”
“I let him get in my pants, okay?” I finally blurt. My dad laughs.
Okay, sure, but we both know you’re full of shit.
I’m weak. I’m so fucking weak. A masochist, really.
As if I didn’t already feel sick enough about my dickhead behavior yesterday and making her cry—fuck, that killed me—now I have to listen to her terrified voice.
I’ve never felt sick over a girl. I’ve never made a bigger mistake.
“I want to be poor and have you pissing me off for years to come.”
The only word in my head when that screen door slams behind him is Summer.
I did a shitty thing, but one of the very best things in my life came out of it.
You are not a burden. You are not a waste of time. You are very wanted. And anyone who makes you feel you’re anything less deserves Rhett Eaton’s fist to their face. Or yours. You can hit back too, you know? I’ll bail you out every fucking time.”
I want him to want me. More than he wants anything. I deserve that. He taught me that I do.
“No, I don’t. I just don’t want to let you down,” I sob, my control cracking.
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.”
And you definitely need that.”
Take what you want and stop feeling guilty about it. Take it from me, guilt will eat you alive.”
After years of seeing the glass as half full, I’m a mopey, whimpery, half-empty mess.
“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.”
“Because Daddy Hamilton fired you?”
“Her? Oh, nah. She’s a mess. Get the lady a drink.”
“If this we’re your last moment on earth, would you—” I hold up a hand to stop her, shaking my head. “I really wish people would stop using that saying against me.” I let out a ragged sigh and drink. Because today I’m going to Vegas. Because in my last moments, I’d want to be with Rhett. I’d want him to know I love him too. Every stupid, impulsive, broken bone in his body.
And I belong with her.
My sore fucking thumb.
I did that. I want to never make her cry again.
“Fuck my life, he calls you princess, too? Ugh. Unfair.”
