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“She seems like a cool chick. You two are friends, right? Any advice?” Back the fuck off. Find someone else. Anyone else.
“Don’t date him.” “Why not?” “He’s not good enough.”
I grab a paper towel and wet it so I can wipe his sister’s lipstick off my face. It can’t be helping the situation. “I think I’m allergic to this shit. It stings.” Reagan starts giggling, and within a few seconds, it’s full-blown hysterical laughter that has tears coming from her eyes. “The lip plumper,” she manages to get out and that sets Dakota off. “What the hell is going on?” Adam asks. “I was kissing—”
“I need like two minutes for my soul to float back inside of me and then it’s your turn.” “Your soul floated away? Damn, girl, can I get that in a Yelp review?”
Ginny’s so much nicer than I am. I’d never let anyone get away with taking food from me. Heath doesn’t share food. I totally said that in my Joey from Friends voice. He had the right idea.
Dead. Gone. Rest in peace. Thought I was going to hell, but this is heaven.
We fall asleep still naked and I take note of a different type of anniversary—the first time you realize you’re falling for someone.
“We should celebrate.” Adam claps me on the shoulder. “What do you feel like doing?” Your sister.
Love. I hate that damn word. Why does it always feel like it’s an excuse? When she says it, all I hear is, I love you, so it’s okay that I screwed up.
“I wanna take you to The Olive Garden.” He sways a little, staring at me. “You deserve The Olive Garden.”
“It isn’t about sex,” he says and looks at me dreamily. My stomach does a thousand backflips.
“I don’t think fears work like that. I think they hang on until you face them in one way or another, poking holes in the pain and letting good shine through.”
I’m worried about hurting her and making it good for her for all of two seconds before pleasure wraps around my spine and zaps my brain. “I’m okay,” she says when I don’t immediately move. “That makes one of us.”
“Oh, Jesus, you’re in love with him.” “Stop it,” she says playfully. It sounds like she tosses a pillow at him as her light laughter trickles from the next room. “But since you’re being nosey, yes, I am. I love him, and I truly think what we have is special.”
“You know, it’s okay to let people do nice things for you. It doesn’t mean you’re incapable.
“I love you, Heath.” He flinches. “I’m sorry if that’s too much for you to deal with, but I do, and I don’t want to just forget it.”
When you know how something is going to end, it’s harder to enjoy the moment.
You are my favorite person. You’re the only person I’d skip food for or that could convince me to eat Neapolitan ice cream or… a thousand other things. You. It’s only you. And when I walked in here, I fully intended to stand firm on my stance of never speaking the words, of keeping the best thing in my life away from my worst memories, but then I saw you and I realized that it doesn’t matter what it’s meant before. If loving you is wanting to spend every day with you, laughing and having fun, supporting you, and having your back, then I do. I love you, Ginny. Of course, I do.”
But, if I’ve learned anything since coming to Valley, it’s that we can only really prepare for the small things. What to wear, what to bring on a trip, which direction to go. The rest is fate and luck. And I feel like the luckiest girl of all.
Life is short. Be happy and enjoy every moment.
