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Say something nice, something comforting. “You’re emotional.”
“You should never have to beg someone to be ready for a future,”
“Actually, sir. I did meet someone.”
WE'RE GOING INTO FAKE DATING????
“Fine. You do me a solid, I’ll do you one. I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.” “My one and only.” “So, is that a yes?” “That’s a maybe.”
“You want to learn how to sign?” Oh fuck. Those glossy brown eyes are back. Indy, the romantic. “I want to be able to speak to your dad without you having to translate. That way I can let him know when his daughter is being a pain in my ass.”
My heart is melting
“Did you touch her?” He turns towards the bartender. “Did he touch her?” “Ryan,” I attempt to interrupt. “I had an eye on her,” the bartender says. “Ryan, people are watching.” Finally, his angry stare breaks away from my date. “I don’t give a fuck, Indy.” Just as quickly, his attention swings back to the man behind me. “Did you fucking touch her?” His nostrils flare and if I wasn’t so wrapped up in what’s happening in this moment, I’d give him a pat on the back for pulling off that whole “jealous book boyfriend” thing.
“Fuck, Ind. Make those little noises again and I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop.” “Good, I don’t want you to.”
LETS GO BABIES
My profession took me away from home and put me on an airplane just twelve hours after my Indy came all over my leg.
MY indy... god i love this
“There’s my girl.” What the fuck did I say?
YES MAN
“Since your teammates and GM aren’t here, I guess we don’t have to pretend we’re together tonight.” Ryan hangs both our coats with the rest of the guests’. “I guess we don’t.” Neither of us hold much conviction in our tones. “But,” I begin, and Ryan’s eyes dart to mine, a bit of hope flickering through them. “It could be good practice.” “Right, and the wedding is coming up.” “Right,” I quickly agree. “So, we should pretend tonight? For practice.” “Yeah, that seems like the right thing to do.”
Yea yea you're just trying to convince yourself that youre not in love with each other
“Ry.” I stop him at his door. He looks back to me, eyes desperate and begging. “Will you help me?” His head falls back, exhaling a sigh of relief. “Fucking finally.”
“I’m not allowed to be human.” Those tears fall, but I quickly wipe them away with my thumbs before he freaks himself out too much when he feels them on his cheeks. “I’m not allowed to mess up. I’m not allowed to step out of line. I’m not allowed to get injured and take a month off. I’m not allowed to turn it all back on. The amount of pressure on me,”—he sucks in a sharp, shaky breath—“feels suffocating. I feel suffocated.”
Baby
“Why does it have to be all or nothing? Why can’t you be the best and trust that there are people out there that want nothing from you, other than a front-row seat to support you?” “Because it doesn't exist. I haven’t had someone come into my life who wasn’t just looking for what they could gain from me. Use me. Take advantage of me.” Until you, I want to add. Until you walked into my apartment and flipped my world on its head, unraveling every notion I had convinced myself of. Erasing every belief I once held.
“Until you walked your colorful, messy, and extremely tempting ass into my apartment. I’ve never once felt taken advantage of by you. In fact, if you remember, I was the one who didn’t want you paying rent. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t need to save money anymore, you’re not leaving.” “That sounds very kidnap-y of you.” “Don’t tempt me.”
“Sometimes the quietest love is the loudest,”
“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 wear when you’re around my sister, the hockey team, and me. I want you happy, and I want to be the reason you are. I want you to choose me.”
“You didn’t have to say anything. I already know. And I’m the talker in this relationship, in case you forgot, but today, I only have three words I need to say.” She leans up on her tiptoes, her mouth level to mine as she whispers the loudest words I’ve ever heard. “I love you.”
“Read with me?” “God.” My head falls back. “Talk dirty to me, why don’t you.”
“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.”
“I didn’t realize how lonely I was until you. All this time, you were existing outside of those four walls of my apartment. Everything I’ve ever needed existed outside of that apartment. Then you came inside and brought me back to life and I refuse to go back to my world before you. I won’t go back to life before you, Ind.”
“Why did you pay for my fertility treatments? I didn’t want anyone paying for that.” “No, you didn’t want your parents paying for that. You said you felt uncomfortable for someone else paying for you to start a family. Well, it’s going to be my family too, so I don’t count.” “But that was back in December. Even then?” He knew even then? “Even then.”
