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“If you want some, all you have to do is ask, Baby Beckett.”
“We should call you ‘sunshine,’” I grumble under my breath. “’Cause of your sunny disposition. Always so fucking nice and happy.”
Poor guy hasn’t figured out that I’m caviar; he can’t afford me no matter how hard he tries.
I have zero plans to let him inside my Disneyland.
“Right, I heard you. I was giving you a chance to change your words.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t feel like making any fuckboy-sized mistakes today.”
“I just wanna love you out loud. Why won’t you let me love you out loud?”
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.”
“Wrong apartment, fuckboy. Your hockey hooker lives across the hall.”
Jennie’s a Beckett. If she’s anything like her older brother, there’s a good chance her problems are solved with Oreos and orgasms.
You’re everyone’s favorite pip-squeak.”
“For the love of God, tell me you slapped Garrett in the face with a dildo named Indiana Bones, please, Jennie.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve hit the Holy Grail in flick pick material.
“News flash, sunshine! I almost never know what the fuck you mean!”
“Yeah, said you ate good. Something about the dessert you brought being, and I quote, orgasmic.” He rolls his eyes. “She’s so dramatic.”
If it’s my time to go, at least the dessert was orgasmic.
Get back, demon boy.
“Look at us,” he boasts. “Killing the whole friends-with-benefits thing. Knew we would.” I hold my fist up, and he bumps his against mine. “Nailed it!”
“Two weeks ago you couldn’t even string an entire sentence together.” “Yeah, ’cause you’re hot as balls and you intimidated the fuck out of me.”
“Yes, Krissy, you fucking doorknob. It’s my brother.”
“Did you just call me a douchewaffle? What the fuck even is that?”
Her first instinct is always to run, and mine is to hug.
I sit here thinking about that fucking f-word, the label I was so eager to shove on us. Friends. What the fuck was I thinking?
And fucking vanilla, Jennie? Jesus Christ, you’re red fucking velvet.”
“I think I just want to feel like I have a space in this world, people that love me for me.”
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 sorry somebody was so careless with your heart. Thank you for trusting me with this.”
“Blind leap of faith? Promise I’ll catch you.”
We watch him leave, and when he disappears, Garrett raises his fist. “Good call on the tears.” I bump my fist off his. “Gets ’em every time.”
“I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”
“Got ’em locked up here in my Jennie bank.” “Jennie bank?” “Like spank bank, except all things Jennie.”
I support you and anyone you love, anyone who tries to be better than they were. Isn’t that life? Aren’t we all trying to be better than the version of ourselves we were yesterday?”
“Fuck you, Indiana Bones,”
“How do you like your eggs?” I must be some kind of stupid to consider answering fertilized.
“It’s a fucking maybe, ladies and gentlemen!”
“You shine way too fucking bright to stand in anyone’s shadow, Jennie.”
“Atta boy!” Emmett claps his gloved hand to my ass. “Welcome back, baby. We missed ya.”
“You said you were gonna take her to Pound Town!” Our legs tangle as he wraps an arm around my head, and my helmet pops off as we go tumbling to the ice. “She said it first!” “Yeah, well now I’m gonna take you to Pound Town, and not in the fun way!” “Too bad you’re already there,” I grunt, rolling on top of him, pinning his flailing body to the ice. My fist barely connects with his mouth as his hand covers my face. “Because I just … fucking … took you!”
“You, sweet Ireland, are going to be the strongest, fiercest, most loved little girl.”
“I’m gonna hold the shit out of you in two days when we get home.”
When we’re loaded in the car, I face the girls. “Don’t ever let anyone walk all over you, ladies. Know your worth, set your boundaries, and don’t let anyone disrespect either of those things. If they do, knee ’em in the nuts and hit ’em with an exploding confetti dick bomb straight to the face. Understood?”
“I wanna be a dancer and a cheerleader when I grow up,” Gabby pipes up. “Like you and Emily.” “Oh, honey. Emily’s not a real cheerleader.”
“I’ll marry you right the fuck now. Don’t test me, baby Beckett.”
