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“The start of your villain era,” she said. “The ‘no fucks given, ask me if I care, throw out your whole life and start over just because you feel like it’ era.”
My niece and the love of my stupid teenage heart walked into my house hand in hand and I felt a hard knot of pressure form deep in the center of my chest. I rubbed my knuckles against my sternum but it didn’t help.
“What’s in it for you?” She gave a rueful laugh. “What’s ever in it for teachers?”
That part
“Figure out if I’m marrying you, okay? Good.” I watched as he headed in the direction of the goats with his new body and new personality. And his marriage proposal.
I was floating and melting and also buzzing with electricity. And Noah Barden was the cause of it.
It was like we were living a carefree life, the three of us out for a high school football game without any worries in the world.
“I’m not sure. Is there something you’d share with me?” Only everything in the entire world.
I cry
The marriage was fake. The attraction to my future husband…that was all too real.
“Bodies are extremely temporary and they’re the least interesting things about us. They carry us around while we’re on this earth and there’s nothing more I can ask from my body than that. I certainly wouldn’t spend any time worrying about the size or shape of anyone else’s body. Not when I could care about their heart and their mind instead.”
I’d never met a happy hour I didn’t like
Noah: Tell the cute bartender you’re married.
“Sweetheart, I don’t have a single clue what you’re trying to do here but I know you need to stop spending all your time wondering what you did wrong when these half-assed people leave you. Stop giving yourself to people who have no hope of ever playing on your level. Stop chasing people who don’t know how to show up for you. It’s a waste of your time and so are they. Let them go. Let the door hit them on the ass on the way out. They’re the ones who fucked up. Not you.”
“Allow me to make myself clear. I don’t give a pickled fuck how or why we came to be married. You are my wife. If you need some fun, you’ll call me. I’ll be the one taking care of you. I’ll give you anything you want, including a properly prepared gin and tonic. If you can’t accept that, you’re welcome to divorce me now.”
She deserved everything, even if I couldn’t be the one to give it to her.
When we kissed, it felt like the first time—but so much better.
I loved her. Loved her so completely, so thoroughly, that no one else in the world could compare.
“I love you. I mean, I fucking love you, Shay. I’ve loved you for years upon fucking years and none of the garbage leftover from your ex or your mother or anyone else is going to change that. You will not change that.”
