Emery (Unexpected, #3)

by Cora Rose

“Were we talking about your life plan?” “Um, no, but now we are, and I don’t have one.” “You don’t?” August asks, allowing himself to follow my ADHD train of thought. It’s not easy because this train isn’t even on one track. It’s on ten. Choo choo. Look out, people. Here I come.

I don’t want him to think I’ll go back on my word, because then he’d maybe not want to negotiate with terrorists.

“We grow accustomed to the Dark, when Light is put away.” “It’s part of an Emily Dickinson

“I think you mean catcher, and no. I’m left field usually.” Goddamn. I need to watch him play. I’ll envision him just like this every time. I’ll for sure need to jack off before I go to one of his games.

No one in her circle caught that he switchd frkm baskmeft ball fto.basevall ?

“If it’s bad news, I don’t want it. I’d rather live in complete ignorance. The saying is correct, it’s bliss. Anyone who says any differently is selling you something.”

“This is the best fucking day of my life. Well, one of them. Probably any day with you is the best, really.”