The Plus One (A Brush With Love, #3)

by Mazey Eddings

They make us who we are and I always wanted to help people find a way to steer their ship when those f...

“Thank you for telling me that,” Jude said. “I … It means a lot.”

She bit back the words that she had a terrible desire of wanting to tell Jude everything.

“You can talk to me too, you know. If it would help.”

“You aren’t just anything.”

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

A cord of tension—a twisted rope wrapped around both their waists, tugging them closer no matter how far away they walked from each other

Some primitive part of him wanted the exclusive right of making her smile.

Color me impressed.”

I can’t believe you remember that.”

Her touch made him feel … safe. Grounded.

Gave him the physical anchor that allowed him to push his way through his jumbled-up thoughts and resurface as himself.

It felt delicious and indulgent and like coming home.

One thousand things were said in between the seconds of that look.

Jude knew he was both lost and found in the loveliness that was Indira Papadakis.

she was the only way he’d stay grounded on earth.

give him a smile that felt like sunshine being injected directly into his veins.

he wished he had words. He wished he could get his brain to work so he could articulate everything he felt.

he also wanted to tell her how little he trusted himself.

he didn’t know if the smallest thing would set him off, take him out of a moment and back to that place where the past and the present merged into a waking nightmare.

wanted to explain that he didn’t deserve sex and he was too b...

“Whatever this is between us is real and it hurts and it’s beautiful and it matters. And I won’t let you deny that. You deserve happiness, Jude. I deserve happiness. And I think we can have that. Together.”

I can’t trust myself to have sex with you because I’m scared I’ll hurt you.

that’s what I do. I hurt people and break things and taint every single thing I touch.

can’t risk anything happening to you because you matter too much. You’re...

I think your brain has convinced you that you don’t deserve to be cared for.

Because I care. And I’ll keep caring. I care now. I cared yesterday. I’ll care tomorrow.

I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you need me, and I’ll be ready. Nothing you can...

“People get so few moments,”

“So let me in, Jude,” she whispered, two teardrops racing down her cheeks. “Even if it’s just tonight. Please. Let me in.”

He wanted the warmth of her skin and the way she made him feel alive. He wanted her comfort.

If it was just tonight, he was going to give her all that was left of him.

he scrambled between mindless pleasure and overthinking every moment.

“I want to taste you forever,”

taking a terrifying leap of vulnerability. All of this was uncharted territory, and he knew—absolutely knew—he’d fuck it up. But he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

I am a woman of multitudes and have the capacity to like many things at the same time.

private, almost sacred, to form that bond

Something that was just theirs.

“We’re together.”

They weren’t perfect or fully figured out, but they were in it together. And that was all that really mattered.

Don’t hurt each other!”

“You two … you are my two favorite people.

“I’m a little bit terrified,” Indira whispered into his chest. He laughed at that. “You and me both.”

She wanted to be naive and infatuated and enjoy just being with Jude.

“Happy birthday, Dira. I’m so lucky to spend today with you,”

She hated the pressure of wishes. She was always scared she’d make the wrong one, send a hope into the universe that would throw her entire life in the wrong direction.

at the soft way he stared at her, like she was the most important person in the world, inspired an idea.

I wish to always remember the feeling o...

“I think you should start having higher expectations from me,” he said with a rough laugh. “Because you deserve the world.”

It felt like a small reminder of home.”