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Tate. Coleson. The best friend that I ever had. Who then became the worst friend that I ever had.
“I hope you don’t mind having a step-brother!”
The other one has his head ducked towards the door, eyes alight and molten, with a grin tugging at his lips. My heart shivers with pleasure as I rush towards the library. Tate Coleson just smiled at me.
“What are the little tabs for?” His eyes are back on the book stacks, much to my horror. “I tab the useful bits of information. Vivid and grotesque murder scenes, for example.”
“Tate cannot see you like this,” Mitch says. “In fact, Tate cannot see other people seeing you like this. He’s going to go insane.”
wrapped up with a little ribbon, there is a tiny perfect wooden bookcase.
“Are you going to let me spoil you, River?”
“You’re mine.”
I think that I might love more than just the CDs, Tate.
“Why do you keep saying that I ruined everything for us? How can you say that? I would have done anything for you.”
😭😭
“I knew that my girl would be the sweetest little thing in here tonight.”
“As soon as they’re gone, I’m yours,”
I shove the note back into my bag and take the exit to the right, not knowing how wrong I was about to be.
And I know more than anything that his deepest fantasy involves getting a nice girl to say I do by a church altar and then pumping her pregnant for the rest of her life.
“Need my girl tonight.”
Thank God. The reason why he’s rippling with tension is because he’s about to bust a nut.
“‘Extra, extra, extra large’,” I say, eyes narrowed in deep concentration. He lets out a loud body-shaking laugh and his eyes twinkle in pleasure. I meet his gaze and make a little lip-biting hiss. “Ouch. Better not risk it, then.”
“I’ll make it fit,”
“You’re doing so well.”
In fact, I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen him use a cell phone at all. Does he have one? Does anyone?? Are cell phones even real???
LMAO
He’s giving me the space that I originally asked for and now I want to have all of his babies.
and he’s wearing the same baby blue jeans that he had on in the photo my mom sent me. Does he only own the one pair?
Tate never wrote that note, and Tate has no idea.
sobbing rn
I should never have believed him, I think to myself. I knew that this was too good to be true. My trust. My faith. My fault.
“You touched her? You touched my girl, huh? And now you’re waiting outside my truck as if I’m not about to fuck you up?”
MY GIRL
But at least my mom is happy.
:((
“You want to date Mitch’s son and start a future with him? Then that’s exactly what you should do. I have been absent, stifling, dictatorial, and I am so ashamed. You let go of the good, but now it’s time to let go of the bad. I will be making this up to you forever River, starting now, but most importantly I want you to know that you have options.”
queen
“Because you turned eighteen yesterday, baby,” he says softly, “so I had to come and get my girl.”
AHHHHH
It’s a marriage proposal – and it’s handwritten.
