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“We’re not having a fight.” “Not yet.” He raises a brow. “But you’re looking for one, aren’t you?”
oh good lord HULLO
“It’s fine,” I sniff. “You just have to return the favor now.” His eyes shoot to mine, and I quickly backpedal at the spark in them. “I’m joking.” “I know,” he says. “I like it.” Oh, God.
tee hee hee
“I don’t know. Maybe I don’t like what we’re doing here. Or maybe I’m just bored and want to stir the pot.” Callum’s gaze snags on mine, and the feel of it is so intense that I almost look away. “Or maybe,” he continues. “It’s because I don’t know how I’m going to tear down your favorite place in the world when I can barely stand the thought of you getting caught in the rain.” There’s a strange pang in my chest, one that hurts in the best kind of way. Green eyes, I decide. I like men with green eyes and men who look at me like that.
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“Granny? I’m leaving now. I’m—” I jump as she appears in the doorway, dressed all in black. “Entering your crone years, I see.” “Susan’s here to pick me up. I’m going to a funeral.” I pause, instantly guilty. “I’m sorry. Who died?” “Mary Boyd,” she says, and smiles like it’s the best news she’s heard all week. “I used to play bridge with her.” “And we’re…” I wait for her to stop smiling. She doesn’t. “We’re sad about this?” “God, no. She was a horrible woman.” “Then why are you going to her funeral?” “To gloat,” she says, like it’s obvious. “I outlived her.” “That is such an unhealthy way of
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LMFAO Catherine Walsh is so fucking funny dude
“I’m not going to be the token old person.” “You’re not the token old person,” I say. “Frank’s the token old person.”
ngl I LOL'd
The door to the pub swings open, interrupting my third reading of the article, and I don’t even look up as I start again. “We’re closed, Danny.” “I’ll come back tomorrow so.”
Idk I'm truly not trying to be offensive Ireland I'm sorry but I think it is the sweetest most endearing thing when Irish people use "so" like colloquially like that. Like how Canadians use "eh". I think it's adorble and it charms me every single time. Thank you to the great nation of Ireland ily
“Nah. Too old. Plus all my friends are here,” I say. “Do you know how hard it is to make new friends as an adult? Extremely hard. I don’t want to move to a new place and be all by myself.” “You wouldn’t be by yourself.” “At the start, I would.” “Not if I went with you.” I keep my expression neutral, even as my heart skitters in my chest. “You’d go with me?” “Why not?” he asks, as if that’s not a big deal. “Where?” “Anywhere.” “To Timbuktu?” He smiles faintly. “If you asked nicely.” “I always ask nicely. I’m very nice.” “And that’s why you won’t have any problem making friends. Even as a
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I'm on the floor like sobbing shut up shut up
Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God.
girl me too
He pauses instantly. “You good?” “Mm-hm.” It comes out like a high-pitched squeak, and I press my lips together in embarrassment as I try to relax. But I can’t do that. Not when I have Callum Dempsey standing between my legs. “I’m not too bad with bodies, but I can’t read minds,” he says, his other hand finding mine where it’s clenched at my side. “So, you’ve gotta talk to me.”
yk in the old like looney toons cartoons where they would see a hot woman and start banging their head with a mallet? That's me right now HELLO.
His brow furrows as he takes in my reaction, concentrating so intensely on each hitched breath I take, that it’s almost like he’s learning me,
sweet baby jesus and the grown one too
“Because I’ve known you my whole life?” She shakes her head. “Don’t you want a real match?” she asks eventually, and he huffs like she said something funny. “Come on, Gem. It’s you.” And then, so quietly I almost miss it, “It’s always been you.”
tears in my eyes stomach flipping around like a gymnast like a cirque du soleil performer
“You look beautiful tonight.” And he says the words so simply, so matter of factly, that I blush.
what if i rolled around on the floor twirling my hair what then
I relax into him even as his fingers trail up my leg, slipping through the folds of my skirt to caress the bare skin he finds there. “I really like your dress.”
BARK BARK BARK
“I think you’ll live,” he says solemnly. “You playing Doctor now?” “We can play Doctors.” He sweeps his palm up my calf,
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“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he says, and I still at the simple truth in his words. The utter sincerity of it.
Catherine Walsh you'll save us all
“It’s only been a few months,” I say weakly. “So?” he retorts. “You think I don’t know my own heart? You think I don’t know when I’ve found a good thing? How can I get bored of this place if it’s where you are? How can I get tired of it when all you need to do is stand there breathing and you have my full attention?
He's a good man, Savannah...
“Since when?” “I don’t know. Forever?”
I just want dramtic declarations of love man
