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I always found a bright side because I couldn’t afford to do the opposite. I wouldn’t have made it this far if I did the opposite.
Keep smiling through it all. No matter what happens, no one can take that away.
If I kept pushing, I could make sure things stayed good.
On the one occasion I got insecure about talking her ear off, she assured me she enjoyed hearing my voice. “I like when you talk because you never force me to,” she’d said.
You might not recognize who you are, but the people who care about you do. They always will. Keep letting them remind you until you recognize yourself and who you want to be.”
She knew how to manufacture that beautiful smile so it shined bright. I hated the thought of her trying to do that around me.
I wanted to hold her close against me and to whisper words of admiration and lust in her ear.
For her, I’d be someone who’d stop her from unconsciously hurting herself.
He was ready to do whatever I asked to comfort me. He was ready to lean in and press his lips to mine.
He looked at me, dark eyes needy for a ‘yes.’ Damn, if he kept doing that, he’d get me to do whatever he wanted.
Hey, we’ve already met. I live above you and we tolerate each other. Well, you tolerate me. Meanwhile, I pine. Hard.
Naomi could shove a knife in my gut, and I’d remain unbothered. She didn’t know how much she already had a hold on me.
My stomach flipped. Smile for her? Fuck. Whatever she wanted, I’d give it to her. I'm willingly wrapped around her finger.
She smiled, looking happy to see me. I could get used to that. I’d change a billion locks if it gave me an excuse to be in the same room as her.
Since it was the end of the day, she looked exhausted. There was a stain on her untucked work tee and one of her earrings was missing. I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.
“Then, what’s wrong? Your mood changed.” I shook my head when she tried to smile. “Don’t do that. Not if you don’t mean it. You don’t have to force yourself to smile around me. I don’t need that to feel comfortable. Being around you, in any mood you’re in, makes me…comfortable. I asked because don’t you want to be comfortable, too? You can be sad if that’s what you need.”
“You asked me what I preferred, and that was my first thought. I’d prefer it if you pinned me against a wall and kiss me.”
She was a Sun, and I was a frozen Earth, desperate for a change in season.
No matter what Naomi talked about, it’d be a shame to interrupt. She could give a five-hour lecture on the rise of lactose intolerances, and I’d happily give her my full attention.
She could flirt with whoever she wanted. It was the ease of their interaction. How he made her laugh until she cried. I wanted to be able to do that.
I don’t regret a single message I’ve sent. No regrets about our kiss and the time we’ve spent together. Naomi, I’d never regret a second with you because everything was worth it. Just to see your smile…
But you do have a fucking amazing smile. It doesn’t feel right not to use stronger language to describe it.”
“I’m not wasting any more of our time. Being with you still scares me and I don’t know how much I trust you, but I still want to try. You’re too important to me to not try, Finn.”
You said want me and I couldn’t help but think…which version?” I laughed. “This one. The one in front of me. The one you’re becoming. You might not be the same, but these past few months, I fell for you. I want your version.”
there it was again. A beautiful, perfect smile that lit up his entire face. The curve of it revealed a dimple in one cheek. His eyes wrinkled around the edges, revealing the genuine nature of the expression. This smile felt like it was made for me alone.
The plan was to make her come as much as physically possible hoping each orgasm was more mind-numbing than the last.
If I could make Naomi come, I was going to make sure it lasted as long as possible and was too incredible for her to forget. I wanted her to crave me as much as I craved her. I wanted her to long only for me because I’d never get on my knees for anyone other than her. Only her.
It took the right kind of guy to fuck you like you came from the streets but kiss you like he was your knight in shining armor. Finn Howard was that guy.
“You can be angry about things that happened forever ago. There isn’t an expiration date on how you feel. Even on the most perfect days, you’re allowed to be upset.”
I satisfy a trio of requirements.” Finn’s forehead wrinkled as he took the bait. “Trio?” “Black, a woman, likes sex.” I counted on my fingers.
“Be everything,” he urged. “You can be everything. You’re avoiding anger because you want happiness, but in a way, you’re doing exactly what she did. Blocking away a whole other side of you.”