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“Yeah, my brain stops.” Especially when you’re around, it seems.
“Is it ever quiet in there?” she asks, reaching up and tapping my head. “Yeah, kitten. My mind gets quiet. Yours doesn’t?”
“Are you an asshole?” “Never to you, kitten.”
“Text me tomorrow,” in her ear.
But as I think I can come to expect, she doesn’t listen. My phone buzzes at 8 p.m. An unknown number. It doesn’t matter. The words clue me in. Unknown: I don’t follow rules written by men. I accept your proposal. When are you free next? This is going to be a wild ride.
“Ahh, seems my girl likes words,” he says,
“She likes to read; she likes my words. Perfect.”
“You looked that up?” Her words are so low I almost can’t hear her. “What?” “You looked up why there’s no West Brunswick?” I nod. “Yeah.” “Why?” Her voice is breathy. I look at her finally, unable to resist. There’s awe there. Beneath the confusion, there is awe. Her eyes are wide and sparkling in the dark. “You wanted to know.” It’s the only answer I have. “Why not just wait for me to look it up?” “I figured you’d forgotten.” “I did.”
Something is happening. Something bigger than just two bodies meeting in an exchange of pleasure, the loss of some fictional innocence.
She might be rainbows and butterflies and chaos and, in a way, nonchalance. We might have jumped into this looking for casual and found forever. But regardless, she wants that big moment. And she deserves it.
But Gabi is… she’s sweet. Innocent. She’s—” “She’s not innocent.” “I know you went and fucked her, but—” “No. I mean, in that way, yeah. But she’s not innocent and soft and in need of protection. Yeah, I’m gonna do that regardless, but she’s not innocent; she’s not weak.”
“She’s strong as fuck.”
He never stopped believing that they would be more, that they would be everything. I want that. You deserve that, I tell myself. You could have had that, a smaller, quieter voice whispers. Could I? Could I have had that with Vic if I were open and honest from the beginning? Honest about what I wanted, or at least when that changed? If I’d been honest about ending our arrangement instead of setting him up to answer, like Cassie said?
It became spending nights together and sleeping better with the weight of his arm on me. It became confidence and freedom. It became him researching the dumb shit I wonder, not thinking I was crazy for wondering it. It became him sticking up for me to my insane family. It became... more. It became everything.
When I felt his finger tapping out the beat of my heart, a reassurance, a grounding. I give him what he gives me.
“I love you, Gabi.” The words still make my heart flutter, my belly flop, and my mind settle. That feeling. That’s the one I’d follow him to the ends of the earth to keep. That feeling I’ve gotten nowhere else in my entire life but when I’m with Vic.

