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This guy is both god-awful at flirting and horrendously awkward, and part of me wants to scream. The other part of me finds it intoxicating and adorably charming, notching his fuck me factor up to a full ten.
I changed my mind. I want her, and I’m gonna have her.
“C’mon, Jennie. Play with me.”
When Jennie’s bright beam fills my screen, it hits me why sunshine is the perfect nickname for her—because she’s radiating, and when she wears that wide smile, deep dimples pulled in, stormy blue eyes shining with excitement, she fucking glows.
I don’t know when she became my favorite person to hang out with, but she is. I find myself thinking about her when I’m out with the guys after a game, or warming up on the ice. I text her for no reason at all, simply because I like talking to her.
His laugh is my favorite sound, his smile my favorite sight.
I don’t want to break her; I want to show her she’s already whole. I want to be her best friend, the person she comes to when she needs help, like she did tonight. I want to be the one she opens herself up to without holding back. I want her to show me it all while I promise to keep those parts safe.
Garrett’s my solid and my steady. He’s the constant in my life, the smile always waiting for me, the friendship that never wanes, the connection that grows stronger each day. He’s the warm arms that hug me, the fingers that drift down my back, the quiet voice that eases my worries at the end of the day and promises to be my safe place to land.
My God, he’s the most endearing, adorable, and lovable human I’ve ever encountered. Nobody makes me smile like he does.
Because with him, I’m safe. Safe to be myself, safe to feel, safe to want, safe to be. If this is love, I’m in it. If this is love, I never want to let go.
“I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”
“You are enough, Jennie. I used to be scared of how enough you were, unattainable almost. I wasn’t sure I could stack up. But I know now. Everything I was missing was something you brought with you, evening me out. I realized I was never not enough; I was waiting for you so we could be whole together.”
We’re just one; one body, one love, one heart.
“You are everything.” “You’re my everything.”
Because in the middle of my storm, the center of all my chaos, Garrett waits with open arms, ready to shatter me with a love so unconditional, one I didn’t know existed before him. And suddenly it clicks. I can stand on my own, but I don’t have to. I’m allowed to be one part of a whole. I’m allowed to choose love.
Real love isn’t conditional. It’s seeing somebody for everything they are and accepting all of them. It’s knowing you’re friends first and lovers second, understanding that arguments are opportunities to know each other deeper.
Nothing but pride and love shine in Carter’s eyes as he brushes her cheek and murmurs, “Meet your pseudo-grandpa, sweet Ireland.” Hank’s head whips up, Holly chokes on a sob, and Jennie swipes furiously at her cheeks. Tears brew in Hank’s blue eyes as he whispers, “Ireland?” “Ollie and I couldn’t imagine a more perfect name for our little miracle.”
C’mon, Garrett. Play with me.
If Jennie were a color, she’d be the most vibrant shade of yellow. She’s literal sunshine in human form. I don’t care if I’ve said it a thousand times; I’m going to say it for the rest of my life.
