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“And then tomorrow evening you can come back over here again,” he adds. Then he pauses, eyes wide like he just said something incriminating. “I mean, you can bring it back over here again.” He gives me a nervous smile, eyebrows raised as he awaits my answer. I can feel my heart in my stomach. It’s thumping like I’m going to be sick and pee my pants at the same time, but kind of in a good way.
The ultimate feminist win: thriving off the patriarchy for our own evil gain.
Plus I hate thinking about Tate, simply because it hurts that I have to hate him.
Then he glances over at the bed, a crumpled mess with my current read enthroned on the pillow like a little smut shrine.
“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.”
I sense the presence of a large warm body standing close behind me so I refuse to turn around. It feels like I have a lighter licking up my spine, and my stomach swirls with heat.
“I am not taking a single thing from you,” I say in as steady a voice as I can manage. He folds his arms and the tattoo on his bicep bulges. “Tell me whose bed you’re sleeping in again?” I mirror him and cross my arms too. “I’m sure that you have slept in all kinds of beds, Tate.”
Im..i cant even hahaha
“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.” I narrow my eyes at Mitch and everything becomes clear. Mitch knows.
He’s hurting because I am hurting.
I’m going to start planning things. I want to spoil you.” Then he looks up at me with a playful smile. “Are you going to let me spoil you, River?”
I don’t actually see the point of going to college to “study” about a skill that I already have, not to mention all of the limbs that I’ll have to sell to fund it,
Aint that the truth
He holds up the box. “You want me to fit that lock in your door?” I’m clutching onto the quilt for dear life. His voice is so deep I can feel it in my bones. Mainly my pelvic bones.
It’ll be good to leave this town, even if my soul is begging me to stay.
His fingers clutch at his belt buckle and he tugs it to the side, as if in discomfort. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asks.
Oh i bet theres...plenty hehe
“Such a gentleman,” I grumble dryly and I sink back against the comforter. I look at my college brochures and I want to hurl them out of the window. He shakes his head and walks out of the room. “Only with you.”
Might as well highlight this entire book while im at it cuz damn
“They think that I’m your prey.” He grins even wider. “You are my prey. But you’re also-” He fishes out the chain from under his shirt and holds the cross pendant up to me. “-the answer to all of my prayers.”
Okay can I marry Tate omg
“It’s about time that you had a real man in your house.”
I feel like I’m in an episode of The Vampire Diaries.
Lmao. Maybe thats why i like this book so much
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
SAME
“What tattoo are you going to get?” I ask, my voice trembling only a little. “Your name, across my knuckles,” he replies immediately.
Tate is my favourite book bf its official
I think that I might love more than just the CDs, Tate.
Tate clenches his jaw. “College or no college, I can make it work. I can do long distance.” Wait, what?
Wait what?
“The girl doesn’t even like you, man! She broke your heart and she’s going to do it again! When will you ever learn?” Wait, WHAT?
BITCH SAY WHAT NOW BOI
“Are you telling me,” he grits out slowly, “that my almost-nineteen year old son was about to engage in sexual relations with a high school girl, and, to top it all off, she isn’t even eighteen yet?”
Are you telling me they are barely a year apart...daddy chill
Tate is my penitent, and he’s ready to confess.
Imagine waking up to Tate Coleson every morning.
Imagine
“It’s just… it’s where you’ll make babies is all,”
Its really hard to accept this man is only words on a page
Tate Coleson is so cut that he’s borderline Sasquatch, so the fact that he isn’t afraid to admit his emotions lights up a flock of fireflies in my belly, and it makes me like him even more.
I want to wait for you. I don’t care how long that is. I want it to be with you, and only with you, okay?”
