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I’m not easily distracted, but if I could manifest my perfect distraction, it’d look a lot like her.
When’s the last time you felt something?” “Well, currently I’m feeling amused.”
When did I say that? I’m a romance reader. I have a thing for assholes.
“We aren’t into bras?” “We? I personally don’t love wearing one with my pajamas, but you do you.” I hold
my hands up in surrender. “Judgment free zone.”
“Ever hear the phrase ‘she’s not like other girls’?” He gives a small nod of his head.
“Yeah, that’s not me. I’m just like every other chick. As basic as they come. I had an Uggs phase. I had a skinny jeans phase. I like my books with romance, my coffee with more creamer than caffeine, and I even take aesthetic pictures of my food anytime I’m at a restaurant.”
It’s decided. I’m going to bring some color into Ryan Shay’s life if it’s the last thing I do.
Ryan Shay gives a fuck about someone other than Stevie and something other than basketball.”
“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.”
I haven’t been touched in a long time, and I know this is platonic and only a hug, but I forgot how nice it feels to have a woman wrapped around me.
I’m so starved for human touch that I’m getting a hard-on from a fucking hug.
“If you see me across the room, talking to another man, I need you to stare intently then flare your nostrils. Or grind your molars together and tic your jaw.” “Blue—” “Do you know how to growl?” “What?”
“Yeah, I don’t really know what that’s supposed to sound like, but every one of my book boyfriends is big into growling. Oh! And can you darken your eyes?” “Darken my eyes?” “Yeah. When you pretend to get angry or act really turned on, can you darken your eyes?”
The last and final point on the list—kiss me. “Indy, the last one—”
When they deep dive into my life they’ll find out I go to trivia, I cross-stitch in my free time, and I read dirty books.
I want her here. I want her to want to be here. Fuck, when did that happen?
“About last night. I didn’t say it, but I do care about you. You know that, right?”
“Yes, I worry about you and that stresses me out. And you’ve practically shit a rainbow all over my apartment which almost gave me an ulcer, but when you’re home I don’t feel like I have to put on a show.
She inhales deeply. “Ryan?” “Hmm?” “Why do you smell like coconut?”
“Indy, I’m not blind, but even if I were, I’m pretty sure I could touch your face and understand just how fucking stunning you are, but it’s not the first thing I see anymore.”
And the person I enjoy spending my time with the most happens to be here tonight looking like an absolute snack in that navy-blue suit.
“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but Blue, you’re the most inconvenient thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I want you, Indy. I want us. I want our little life we’ve built even when we thought we were pretending. I want you in our house because you’ve made it a home. I want your mess and your chaos. I want your genuine smiles, the ones you
“I’m sorry someone let you believe you were hard to love, because, Blue, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” I shake my head. “God, I love you. I think in a way, I’ve loved you since our first breakfast together. You brought me back to life, Ind, and I will love you as long as you’ll let me.” “Promise?” Pulling her in, I take her lips with mine. “I’ll even add it to the fridge.”
