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I wasn’t one to call people profane names often… but what a fucking bitch.
This might be the BEST opening line to a book EVER!
“I’m beginning to sense that these compromising encounters you keep getting us into are your way of coming onto me.” “Get over yourself.”
“I would laugh, but unfortunately, I don’t find you funny,” she deadpanned.
“You can continue making me the villain in your story all you want, but you’re done being the villain in mine.”
Now, what I hadn’t planned for was the surge of jealousy at her mentioning another person taking my place.
“Geez, ask me out to dinner first, March. I’m not a piece of meat.”
“You know my brain inside and out. In the span of a minute, you can make me feel a rainbow of emotions. You know exactly what makes me tick. You can read my facial expressions like you memorized them a thousand lifetimes ago. So, while you might not know my favorite color or how I take my coffee… you know me. Far better than I’d like to admit.” “Blue.” “What?” “Your favorite color is blue. Light blue to be specific. And you don’t drink coffee, you drink tea. Ginger tea twice in the morning and chamomile once at night. If neither of those are available then you’ll settle for green.”
“You must be mistaken, because I’ve hated your guts the entire time.” “No, you haven’t. You just wished I was rearranging yours.” I challenged.
“Congrats on… wait, what are you making that face for? Is wearing my jersey such a bad thing?” His jaw was clenched tight, and I stood there with the jersey in my hands staring at it in disbelief. “Stop making that face and just put it on. You can’t wear purple anyway. That’s Atlanta’s color, and they’ll kick you off the sidelines before the game starts.”
“It’s brand new… I wouldn’t give you a jersey someone else has worn. You deserve better than that.”
“You’re gorgeous, Mae. More gorgeous than my thoughts from the last seven years led me to believe.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip slowly as he looked me up and down. “Like it or not, I’ll never apologize for admiring how beautiful you are.”
“You should be proud of yourself. Most people would’ve been too scared to start in the first place.”
Standing in the tiny room alone, I realized I knew two things: Life changes fast. I was a goner.
My Mae.
There was a pulling sensation in my gut. I wanted that. What the two of them had. Someone who would look at me the way that he looked at her and wouldn’t hesitate to call a friend on my behalf when I needed some girl time to decompress.
Abel puffed out his chest with a pleased smile like a proud as fuck boyfriend. A twinge of jealousy came over me. Not because he was proud of Scar, but because for the first time in my life, I wanted to be the boyfriend who got to wear the beaming grin when his girlfriend did or said something amazing.
“What’s that saying? ‘There’s a thin line between love and hate’.”
“You’re mine. Do you understand that?” I leaned in, sealing my words with a kiss. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I never stop thinking about you. Even when we lived a thousand miles apart and I hadn’t seen you in seven years, you consumed my thoughts more than I’d like to admit. Don’t you get that?”
“For a long time, I hated that I wanted you. I hated that you drove me fucking crazy, taking up space in my head at all hours of the day. I hated that when you joked about not sleeping in my bed tonight, the first thought I had was how awful my day would be tomorrow because I wouldn’t get to wake up next to you.”
“The only thing that will hurt is my feelings if you don’t come here. Don’t you know it’s rude to kick a man while he’s down?”
“I love you.” He pulled back, whispering against my lips. “That’s a horrible decision on your part, really,” I countered, pulling back with a playful smile. October leaned in, kissing me gently before pulling back and giving me a weak smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “Just say likewise.” “Likewise.”
