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what? Everyone liked to be needed. Those who said they didn’t were lying.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Ok Josh Chen
“I have sun, sea, food, and a good book,” she said without looking up. “I’m not wasting anything.”
Us
but right now, I’d sell my Ferrari for a glimpse into Sloane’s thoughts.
“We’ve worked together for years, and I don’t even know your favorite food.” That was a lie. I knew she loved sushi because it was neat and easy to eat on the go. I knew she preferred double cheeseburgers when she was on her period and steak, medium rare, at client dinners unless her client was vegetarian, in which case she ordered soup and salad. She liked her wine white, her coffee black, and her gin with a splash of tonic.
I couldn’t stop noticing her if my life depended on it.
and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it because I was the only piece of her he had left.
and her skin glowed like pearls kissed by moonlight. I grimaced. Pearls kissed by moonlight?
😭💀💀
“Someone check the temperature in hell. It must be freezing down there.” “Very original.”
She’s like a predator in the wild. You have to keep an eye on her at all times.”
where Sloane was dancing on a neighboring tabletop. Sloane. Dancing. On a tabletop.
Sober Sloane was going to hate this in the morning.
Part of me was disappointed I didn’t get the chance to slam my fist into his nose, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
I was tempted to dunk her in the ocean to sober her up, but even I wasn’t stupid or assholish enough to do that.
Because the thought of anyone else touching you fucking kills me.
Ok Josh
“You’re right. I don’t know you,” I said. “But I know Sloane, and Sloane would never put herself in a situation like the one you were in. Sloane would’ve kicked that guy’s ass, and she would’ve pulled you out the same way I did.”
“Also, I hate when people talk about themselves in the third person.”
Even my 4 year old niece doesn’t do this
I kept my eyes on his, afraid to breathe yet unable to look away, and worried the smallest movement on my part would spook him into silence.
She was prickly, uptight, and as cuddly as a cactus. Yet somehow, she had a way of making even the worst situations more tolerable.
When my father passed, she would be the one crafting the press statement and media strategy. Knowing her, she’d already started both.
“Do not ever talk about my mother,” I said, my voice deceptively soft. “You may be family, but sometimes, that’s not enough. Do you understand?” My aunt’s pupils
“Are. You. Done?” She punctuated each word with precision. My jaw tensed. “Yes.”
“Yes.” Her fingers grazed my palm for a single, lingering second before she pushed the pin back into the globe. “It doesn’t make us bad people, nor is it an excuse. We can’t always control our thoughts, but we can control what we do about them.”
“I know. I didn’t come to watch a movie.” I sat beside him and unloaded my armful of goods on the coffee table. “I came to see you.”
“You came to feed and hydrate me?” A thread of amusement ran beneath Xavier’s otherwise dubious tone. “Like you’re a pesky pet I got stuck with. Here.” I shoved a bottle of water in his hand and a plate of homemade empanadas in his lap.
Pesky pet😭
“I brought the food for you.” “Yes, and I’m sharing it with you.”
“You ever going to tell me about the mystery gifter?” “I’ll tell you the day you get a job.”
Xavier wasn’t my rudest or most entitled client, but he had the greatest wasted potential. “At least I’m consistent.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You can always count on me for a good time.”
but something about Xavier muted my usual worries. My gut told me he could keep a secret, and while I didn’t trust my gut one hundred percent when it came to him, he’d shared enough vulnerability of his own that I was willing to give him this piece of myself without much resistance.
“She’s almost in the double digits,” he said. “Big milestone.” So, how does nine feel? You’re almost in the double digits.
Twins soulmates fr
Ah yes
“Are my ears deceiving me? Is Sloane Kensington checking in on me of her own free will?”
I could deal with an uncooperative Xavier. I didn’t know how to deal with a brooding one.
“Hey, if it’s good enough for Prince Rhys, it’s good enough for me. He likes sketching in his free time too.”
Right?
“I said your hobbies are boring, not you. I don’t find a single thing about you boring.” My heartbeat stumbled.
“Do you think I’m a monster for not crying?” I stared at the scotch in my hand. It was midnight and I was in the kitchen, drinking my worries away, because what else would one do the night after their father died? “No,” Sloane said simply. “People grieve in different ways.”
Awwww I teared up here. Wtf
Awwwh us bro
Sloane was the closest thing I had to a support system, and she didn’t even like me.
I didn’t cry when our family cat died or when my favorite grandmother passed.
Twin where u been
“Anyway, you’re not the only one who’s felt like a monster for not crying when you should.”
“We seem to have more and more in common,” I drawled. Shitty fathers. Commitment issues. Major need of therapy. Who said adults couldn’t bond over trauma?
“To monsters.” A soft gleam brightened her eyes, and she raised her glass in turn. “To monsters.”
The world is big enough for all of our dreams. There’s potential in each and every one of us, and I hope you fulfill yours to the point of happiness.
(And if you can’t decide where to go, choose a spot close to the beach. Trust me. The water heals us in ways we can’t comprehend.)
life ebbs and flows, and there’s always room for change. Humans have the capacity for growth until they leave this earth, so never feel like it’s too late for you to take another road if you’re unhappy with the one you’re traveling.
I thought I saw Sloane smirk out of the corner of my eye as Tía Lupe gasped. Eduardo made a strange noise that fell somewhere between a laugh and a cough.
“I thought we were supposed to stay inside and avoid the press.” “Since when do you do what you’re supposed to do?”
“Good point. I assume you have a plan?” “I always do.”
and I’d (reluctantly) agreed to a lap dance during Isabella’s bachelorette party.
“That’s your takeaway? Did you miss the part about Alberto Castillo’s death?” “Yes, it’s very sad,” Isabella said. “Now, about the beach.
Yes very sad anyway so
