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I knew plenty of guys who liked their girls with curves—myself included.
“Maybe she smoked some dope before her shift,” I said. That was the only explanation.
Confession: I’ve gone so long without a relationship that sometimes I have a hard time believing anyone would want to date me.
I’d hate for you to miss out on that because you don’t think you deserve it.”
“Son, there is one thing you need to know. When we cook here, we add the flavor.”
“So, I promised myself that I would save all the money I could to keep my grandma from suffering the same fate he did.”
“You know, in business they say short-term loss can lead to long-term gain.
“Which fork do I use?” She giggled, covering her mouth. “I was waiting for you to go first so I would know.”
“I’ve never seen you that way.” “How do you see me?” she asked. I took her in, and only one word came to mind. “Beautiful.”
Our eyes met, and her smile grew, deepened, and for a moment, all the air was gone from the room. All the people had vanished. It was her and me and the sound of the pounding in my chest.
My stomach dropped. My girl. She wasn’t my girl. Not officially. I’d never asked her to be. And I needed to fix that. Immediately.
“Willa Cather always said anyone could love the ocean or the mountains. It takes a special person to see the beauty in the plains.”
I chose her because I could have a conversation with her without feeling like a piece of meat. Henrietta is intelligent and kind and clearly cares about the people who live here and making them feel safe and comfortable. And I don’t know if you’ve seen her curves, but they’re sexy as hell.
it’s nice for him to stand up for her but I would love to see Hen stand up for herself. #madcharacterdevelopment #independentwomen
Confession: I’m still trying to remind myself that I’m not too big for certain things—they are just too small for me.
“Our horses are really strong—made for hard work. You’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” I nodded. “Of course. Plus, I want to see that ass in some jeans.” I reached around and grabbed a handful, already turned on.
“Got an appointment?” I shook my head. “Can I get a tattoo?” He studied me. “You eighteen?” “Do I look like I’m eighteen?” “You drunk?” “I wish.”
“Of course I love you. I love you in a way I’ve never loved another woman. But you love your family. And even though I miss you like crazy, I can’t promise forever to someone who’d put me second.
He forgot to ask her father for her hand in marriage 😭
You said, ‘It’s not that I’m afraid to meet people. It’s that I don’t know if I have enough room.’”
“Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?”
I kissed his lips, rejoicing in my role, not as the funny fat friend, but as his wife, as the main character of my own happily ever after.
