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“Get in there and get your fuck on. Don’t forget to wrap it before you tap it.”
“God, I think I might like her. How the hell did that happen?”
“Don’t like that. I licked it. It’s mine.”
“Don’t care. Not interested in sharing, even for show.”
“I won’t ever push you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I promise, Jennie.”
Am I pushing my luck? Absolutely. Is it fun? Phenomenally.
“Fuck ’em. You don’t need them. You’ve got me. I like you.”
“You think I’m just gonna let you into my Disneyland?” “You’re not just gonna let me in; you’re gonna invite me in.”
“Might even lock the gate and keep me from leaving.”
Me: U done being a brat? Sunshine: Literally never. Me: Let’s bang tonight. Me: Oops, autocorrect got me again. **hang Sunshine: No thanks.
Adam sighs. “I should’ve gone with the couples. Then I wouldn’t be feeling like a single dad right now, and I would’ve had my Christmas tree two weeks ago.”
Me: Can u at least come be a brat at my place? Sunshine: OMG! It’s like you’re obsessed with me or something. Me: Accurate. Please? I leave tomorrow n won’t be back til after xmas. Sunshine: I can’t, ok?? I’m on my period. Me: Ok, and??
“I hate to break it to you, sunshine, but you’re always hungry, growly, and emotional. But, hey.” I take her damp face in my hands. “You’re my hungry, growly, emotional bear.” I kiss her lips. “Come on. I need help with something. And I promise to feed you.”
“You’ll dance for me?” “I’ll do anything for you.”
She’s an enigma, this bold, confident woman who refuses to settle yet always seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s like she’s expecting me to walk away at any moment, like this relationship isn’t as valuable to me as it is to her.
Because for some fucked-up reason, I think she might see herself as disposable.
“Please don’t brush off whatever happened because he didn’t leave bruises on your body. Bruises you can’t see can hurt just as much as the ones you can.”
“They hurt a little less when I’m with you,” she whispers. “Thank you for being my friend, Garrett. I think I really needed you.”
“But I think you are my family,” he finally replies softly, urging my gaze to his, patient and kind, full of compassion. “The guys, Cara, Ollie … they’re the family I found here, the one I chose, and I think you’re part of it, too, now. I want you to be, at least. You feel like you belong in it.”
I soak it all in, because the truth is, I feel a little bit more me when I’m with this man. He sees past all the bravado, sees both the bold and the quiet, the gentle that simmers below the fierce, and instead of turning away, he takes my hand and walks with me.
“Bite me one more time and I’m gonna make you scream.”
But then there’s that weak part of my brain, or rather, my heart. The pieces that have been shattered and bruised, those still-jagged edges, they remind me that sometimes not everything is as it seems. That some people are so good at convincing you they care, or worse, that they love you.
With a smile, I give Indiana Bones a swift tug.
“I’m your favorite?” “My fucking favorite.”
“You like when I pretend to hate you.” “Yeah. It turns me on when you’re sassy to me.”
“You like pissing me off.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Garrett. I love it.”
Why? Why the fuck not? She’s beautiful, my best friend. She makes me smile when she’s not even doing a damn thing, and she lives rent-free in my head twenty-four seven.
Lieutenant Johnson is super rock hard and massive, waving hello, which is extremely fucking distracting.
He’s not asking if I’m physically intact and pain-free. He’s questioning my sanity, and his tone indicates he finds it humorous.
I can’t control when someone else wants to let go. Quite frankly, walking into something with that logic is frightening.
“Are you opposed to violence?”
Her fist connects with his nose with a crack that echoes in the chilled air, along with the collective gasp from onlookers passing by. She wipes the blood off her knuckles. “Go fuck yourself.”
I like Emily, but she’s about as scary as Jennie, and maybe a touch more violent. She could definitely take me if she wanted to.
every inch of my body aches as it curls in on itself, begging for solitude, which is ironic; I don’t want to be alone anymore. But I don’t want to be lost either.
“Got ’em locked up here in my Jennie bank.” “Jennie bank?” “Like spank bank, except all things Jennie.”
CAUTION: CHOKING HAZARD.
Being with someone I love, someone who reminds me I’m already enough.” “You are enough, Jennie. I used to be scared of how enough you were, unattainable almost. I wasn’t sure I could stack up.
“Fuck you, Indiana Bones,”
“Don’t eat all of Ollie’s cookies. I’m scared.”
“Say her name one more time,” I whisper. “I fucking dare you.”
“You’re being a brat.” “I’m not being one, Garrett. I am one.” “Yeah, tell me about it.”
“You’re perfection, flawless, and all I wanna do is mark you with reminders that you’re mine and I’m yours, that we belong to each other.”
“A hundred bucks a tire! For premium air! Can you believe it?”
Emily: Don’t ruin my bad bitch image, J.
Carter’s chin hits his fist as he frowns and mouths, Meow.
I once read that there are different types of love. The ones where you learn, where you grow, realize what you need. That you’ll fall in love over and over, until finally, you arrive at your destination. You find the one you’ve been searching for and everything just … fits.
“Gare-Bear’s a prickly bear this morning.”
Real love isn’t conditional. It’s seeing somebody for everything they are and accepting all of them.
“My problem is you’re twenty-nine years old, but you’re acting like a fucking toddler who got his goddamn birthday candles blown out.”
“It’s a girl,” he sobs, choking on the tears streaming down his face. “I’m fucking terrified!”
