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“Do you know how to growl?”
“Five-nine, and no, I’m not going to change into shorter heels.” “Why would I ask you to do that?”
“Because I’ve learned over the years that sometimes people, especially men, are more intimidated than impressed by intelligence. I was valedictorian of our class, but I wasn’t given a second glance until I grew into my body. Some men don’t want to feel like they have someone to compete with, so I play the game. I’m trying to get your boss to like me, not feel like I’m overstepping.”
I’m good at reading people. I know how to make them feel comfortable around me. I know how to adjust who I am depending on the person I’m with.
That shit is manipulative and controlling because, let me guess, he didn’t like that you were smarter than him, possibly more successful. Did he ask you to tone it down in front of his friends? Did he want you to stay quiet and look pretty so his colleagues wouldn’t think less of him?”
“Ryan, we like you in case you couldn’t tell,” Abigale laughs. Tim signs again,
ME AND TIM
I want her here. I want her to want to be here. Fuck, when did that happen?
“Stop being nice to me or you’re going to make me cry.” I smile at that. “You always cry.”
“Next time you decide you need help with your…situation,” he murmurs against my lips with an aching rasp. “Ask me.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little possessive, Shay?” His chest rumbles against my back in a silent laugh. “Never. But then again, no one else has ever made me feel quite as greedy as you do.”
My eyes burn with tears because even when I’m so overwhelmingly happy, crying is my emotional outlet of choice.
That’s my role, though. I’m the party planner, the host. I make sure people are taken care of and having a good time.
“I think eight hours was too long to grieve for that idiot, but I know you, Indy. You feel things more than most people, so no, I don’t think eight months is that long. You’re loyal to a fault and when you love someone, every fiber in your body feels it.”
“Fuck it.” Rio grabs my waist, pulling me into him. “But if he hits me for this, he better at least give me an autograph too.”
“I just want everyone to know,” Zanders announces from the backseat. “I joined the mile high club today.”
Ryan doesn’t make me feel like a burden. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m too much. I’ve offered him absolutely nothing other than exactly who I am, and he’s embraced every part of me, good and bad.
He chuckles quietly. “My twin sister has a head full of natural curls and you’re asking where I learned how to braid?”
I’ve quickly learned that when I’m not putting on an act, when I’m encouraged to be unapologetically myself, the exhaustion from wearing a perfect mask is gone.
I feel suffocated.”
“That sounds very kidnap-y of you.” “Don’t tempt me.”
“Come home with me, Blue.”
