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“Garrett.” Carter’s hard voice sends a shiver of terror up my spine, and he aims a pointed glare at my hands. “Ah!” I kinda-sorta shriek, shoving Jennie away from me. “I’m not touching her,”
Plus, as it turns out, golden retrievers look dapper as fuck in a pup tux.
“Little mama is always hungry.” “Big daddy’s always hungry too,”
“But then every day without them is too long, isn’t it?”
That’s what a soul mate is. Someone with smooth edges to soften our sharp ones. Someone who fits us so perfectly, vibrates on the same frequency, makes all our best parts shine. And together? Together, everything is exactly the way it’s meant to be.”
God, how I wouldn’t love to find someone who saw everything, accepted it all. Someone all my own to share the hard things with. Maybe then all those hard things would feel manageable.
“I’m not crying,” she cries, jabbing a finger into my chest. “You’re crying!”
I don’t know how this shit works. My sisters are a lot younger than Jennie; their problems are easily solved with hugs.
“Why would you label a box of sex toys toys?” I shriek back. My back hurts and my face feels really hot. I don’t like it.
Jennie’s eyes lock with mine, wide and horrified, as a particularly meaty fucker with a suction cup base slaps me across the face.
But I’m not sure my dreams involve me moving away from the only people I’ve been sure of my entire life, the only ones I trust to love me for me.
“Guess what I got!” He rips open a small shoe box, tosses it to the floor, and holds up the tiniest pair of hockey skates I’ve ever seen. “Look how cute these are!” His grin is so wide, and he’s nearly vibrating. “Cutest skates for the cutest baby!”
I think he was doomed to be this overprotective, that it came with the territory of trying to fill my dad’s shoes, making sure I never get hurt.
“He’s taken to warning the baby every time we’re about to have sex.”
“I’m not shy, Jennie! I’m just fucking terrified of you!”
Well, that won’t work. Absolutely not. If I can’t have her, nobody else on this team gets her.
I changed my mind. I want her, and I’m gonna have her.
“I want to play.”
“That’s you, sunshine. You’re my favorite dessert.”
“It must be incredibly difficult for you to wrap your head around. Rich, successful, sexy hockey player, and yet I couldn’t possibly be less interested.”
Reminds me of jules
“So fuckin’ sexy when you’re on your knees and, for once in your life, speechless.”
Watching her love on her own body, appreciate all her curves and edges, is the biggest turn-on.
I’m tired of the doubt, of tucking pieces of myself away in hopes that someone might take me in.
No matter how much I starve it, the fear grows like weeds. I’m a tangled web of uncertainties and insecurities, and I don’t recognize myself.
“C’mon, Jennie. Dance with me.” Her grin is a slow explosion, lighting her whole face as all that apprehension fades away. “You’ll dance for me?” “I’ll do anything for you.”
a strange feeling surges through me, like I want to take her hand and tug her into me, hide her away for only me.
I text her for no reason at all, simply because I like talking to her.
Her first instinct is always to run, and mine is to hug.
“I think we share a connection that goes beyond your brother.
“Thank you for being my friend, Garrett. I think I really needed you.”
Grief’s not that simple. It’s a fucking mindfuck.
“But I think you are my family,”
His laugh is my favorite sound, his smile my favorite sight.
But life is too short to be afraid.”
I wanna ruin all of her.
“Can I grab you something, little mama?”
I love being the reason behind her laugh.
Whether she roars or whispers, she’s still beautiful, strong, and uniquely perfect to me.
“You’re fuckin’ infuriating sometimes, sunshine. You know that, don’t you?”
“I’m no one’s sunshine.” “Fuck, I love when you’re wrong.”
“You’re my sunshine.”
Because where there’s something beautiful to be found, there’s something beautiful to be lost too.
And fucking vanilla, Jennie? Jesus Christ, you’re red fucking velvet.”
My heart hasn’t ever beat so hard for another person.
“I think I just want to feel like I have a space in this world, people that love me for me.”
“But here’s the thing, Jennie. You don’t have to be strong and confident all the time. You’re allowed to have insecurities, to be afraid, to feel lonely. Those things don’t make you weak; they make you human.”
“I’m not like them. I care about you, and when you’re hurting, I’m hurting.
All I ask is that every once in a while you let me in and show me around. I’ll hold your hand while you do it, and I promise I won’t let go.”
“You’re just a soft, gooey cinnamon roll.”
“Holy-fuck-shit I think I really love you right now.” My God, he’s the most endearing, adorable, and lovable human I’ve ever encountered. Nobody makes me smile like he does.
