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I want to love Lo without people telling me that our love is too much.
“I just have to ask you one question, Lily.” He glances at me. “Are all you Calloway girls this crazy?” I choke on a laugh, about to deny it but I really can’t. “Poppy’s pretty normal.”
He grins back, and I swear they have another “moment”—Rose looking like she wants to rip his face off, and Connor looking like he wants to kiss her for it. So weird.
Our I love yous encompass years of heartache, of hurt, of laughter and pain. And every time we say the words, I feel the rush of our childhood. I couldn’t imagine ever losing that.
I think we’re all old enough to feel the scars of our upbringing. Now we just have to find a way to heal.
“You’re right,” he says softly. “You don’t need a man, Rose.” He pauses and I barely hear him whisper, “But you do need me.”
“Okay, well, hate to break it to you, but sex is ten times better than skydiving.” “No it’s not,” she rebuts. Ryke leans forward on his chair a little. “Then whoever fucked you didn’t do it right, sweetheart.”
“In fact, you should stay away from any guy who doesn’t make you come at least twice before he fucks you. Keep that in mind.”
“Giving something up isn’t the same thing as losing control. It’s the opposite, Lily. You’re taking back control.”
“I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.” I pinch my eyes again. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Even if I make you miserable?” There’s a long pause before he murmurs, “You don’t make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.”
“Freefalling,” he tells her. “You said it’s better than sex.” Her lips twitch into a smile. “Do you agree with me now?” “As fun as that was,” he says roughly, “it’ll never be better than fucking someone you love.”
“No, Lil,” he tells me with a short laugh. “You’re the opposite. You’re my stability…my home.”
“I love you,” he says again, “and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.”
We started a fake relationship. We ended it. We dated. We loved. And then we separated. Pain, happiness, joy and hurt ricochet from each path taken and from each memory uncovered.
