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And in the middle of my chaos, there was you.
“So, you know the Silvas spend Thanksgiving with us, right?”
My girl, my silly little brain sings.
“Could always sleep in my bed. I’ll protect you.” “Dream on.” “Believe me, querida, I will.”
She’s…. light. She’s literal sunshine.
Three weeks with the girl and I’m addicted.
So, I ball my fist, careful to keep my thumb untucked, and I punch the bastard who keeps trying to ruin my life.
Oh, God. Why? Why? Hot, sweet—most of the time—and he works in a bookstore? Be still my freaking beating heart.
“Gosto mais de você do que desejo.
Maybe this can be your favorite too, are the words written on the title page, and in a rare occasion, I’m stunned into silence.
“Hey, Tiny?” Ben whispers into the quiet darkness. “I’m sorry your mom’s a twat but I love you, if that makes you feel better.”
“I need to leave because you are everywhere, all the time, and I can’t fucking think straight. I can’t fucking breathe, Amelia. I can’t stop wanting you and I hate it because you don’t want me.”
Home, I realize. That’s what kissing Nick feels like. Safety and peace and home.
I want to support this odd little family we’ve created,
“For the record,” she sniffs, “you deserve more than this too.” So give it to me, querida.
“Beijos por favor, meu amor
Girassóis para o meu raio de sol
“I'll tattoo your fucking name on my forehead if you want me to.”
Luna collapses beside her, grasping her hand tightly. Jackson takes her other hand, the three of them linked tightly. My free hand slips into Cass', his grip vice-like as he clutches me.
