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When did I say that? I’m a romance reader. I have a thing for assholes.
He’s even got dimples, lucky son of a bitch.
I’m over my entire life being temporary. I want stability and a future,
“Stop looking at her,” I warn. “Go hit the showers or get to the airport or just about anything other than look at her. She’s not available.” “So, you are hitting that.” Dom nods in approval. “No, I’m not hitting that. And neither are any of you. Stop looking at her or she’ll be the last thing you ever fucking see.” “Ooooh. Protective Shay is here, and his sister is nowhere to be found. Someone write this date down. History is being made, people. Ryan Shay gives a fuck about someone other than Stevie and something other than basketball.”
It’s seriously delusional just like me because I’m a fucking idiot thinking I could pull this lie off.
“Do you want me to get on my knees and beg or something?” “Now that you say it.” She cocks her head to the side, eyes roaming my length. “I wouldn’t mind knowing what you look like on your knees, Shay.” “Indy, please.” “This is ridiculous. We can talk about it when you get home.” “Perfect. Great. All I’m asking for is one night.” “Go get me your key so I can go crash in my new expensive bed.” “What an amazing guy to buy you a bed. Probably makes you want to return a favor. He seems like a wonderful person.” Indy rolls her eyes. “He’s on my shit list at the moment.”
What god-awful reason should Investing 101 be sandwiched between two books with shirtless men on the covers?
And why the fuck are there naked dudes on my bookshelf?
If I’m going to even consider taking you to this wedding, I’m going to need to turn you into one of my book boyfriends first.”
“Don’t hate on my books. You could learn a thing or two from them.
I have an outfit for every possible life event.
needing a fictional boyfriend to distract me
I read dirty books. No one cares about me.
I may be fantasizing about the man every free moment of the day, but no one else needs to know that.
“Bangeutiful?”
“Ryan, my guy, you’re so completely fucked, and you can’t even see it.”
“I know I joke around a lot, but I’m really messed up, Ryan. As if that wasn’t clear from the night I moved in.”
If I could have one wish, it’d be that your campsite didn’t have Wi-Fi so I never had to read those words.
Gonna go throw my phone against the wall now! Have fun!
my real husband is nowhere near as thoughtful as your fake boyfriend.”
“You’re chaotic as fuck, Blue, but you bring me more peace than anyone else.”
I don’t feel like I have to put on a show. I have a hard time with new people.
“Stop being nice to me or you’re going to make me cry.” I smile at that. “You always cry.” “I know!
He’s six feet on his best day, but we all know that means somewhere around five-ten.
I may be too lenient in my own life, but if you cross my friends, I’ve been known to hold petty-level grudges.
“Book boyfriend material.”
“He got down on one knee, so I got on two,”
“Anyone who gets to call you their friend is beyond lucky
“Because I like taking care of people. You, especially.” He
“What you offer in a relationship, as a friend, a woman, a partner, by simply being who you are is more than enough. And if someone can’t see that you’re everything, then it’s them who's missing out. I know you’re faithful. It’s one of my favorite things about you, but there has to be a limit. Some people don’t deserve your unwavering loyalty.”
“I don’t know how to be casual with you, and that scares the shit out of me. I’m trying to.
She spends so much time making others happy that I’m learning she tends to pass over her own well-being in the process.
“I’m not allowed to mess up. I’m not allowed to step out of line.
“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but Blue, you’re the most inconvenient thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I’ve been told beautiful things, lovely and romantic things. But being told I’m inconvenient simply because Ryan acknowledged he couldn’t continue living the lonely life he assumed was destined for him is one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard.
“Sometimes the quietest love is the loudest,”
“You know that jersey you’ve got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, let it serve as a reminder to you, that soon enough, it’ll be her last name too.”
“Why do you like reading fiction so much?” he asks without a hint of judgment. “How else would you get to live a thousand lives in the span of only one? The beauty of fiction is that it makes you feel things on a visceral level. You can cry with those characters, laugh with them. It teaches you to look at another’s perspective, to have empathy. In nonfiction, you simply learn about something instead of feeling it.”
“You already feel more than most people I know.”
“I love that you read romance novels to feel something. I love that you love flowers and plants because nurturing and allowing something to grow is second nature to you. I love that you experience every emotion so hard it takes over your entire body.
He’s got a heart of gold and absolutely no idea how to talk to women.
