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“Because I’ve learned over the years that sometimes people, especially men, are more intimidated than impressed by intelligence.
My dad chooses who gets them and what their sign is.” She balls her hand, but her pinky stays straight up then rubs her hand in a small circle over her heart. “’I’ for Indigo and my dad says I’m his whole heart.” She repeats her sign name. “Indy.”
I want her here. I want her to want to be here. Fuck, when did that happen?
“Ryan Taylor Shay.” Zanders gets on one knee in front of me. “Will you be my brother-in-law?”
“Ryan, my guy, you’re so completely fucked, and you can’t even see it.”
“Do you think I’m a trainwreck, Ryan?” I huff a laugh. “You’re more like a cute little fender bender.”
“To be honest, my stack of pillows is much more comfortable than your chest, but I guess you’ll do.” She readjusts. “Seriously, Ryan, it’s like sleeping on a goddamn boulder.” “You’re awfully whiney for a girl who’s practically burrowing her way into my skin right now.”
Indy Daily update—that kiss you saw last week was fake, but I still had to change my underwear when I got home. So, kind of real? Stevie If I help you move out, will the daily updates from hell stop?
“So, you don’t think I’m pretty, then.” He chuckles. “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.”
“Trust me, she was never yours.”
“Hey, Blue, I kind of missed talking to you for three days. Let’s not do that again.” “Deal.”
“I’ve got to believe that there’s more than what I had, if you can even call that love anymore. And that’s exciting, hopeful even, to believe there’s better out there. Call me a dreamer. Call me naive, I don’t care. I call myself optimistic.”
“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.”
“Sometimes the quietest love is the loudest,”
“I understand what I’m competing against. I know I don’t have your history, but I want your future.”
“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.”
“Because they’re your family and you’re mine, and the fact you even have to ask is mind-blowing to me. Learning to communicate with your family is the bare minimum, Ind.” I guess it is, but I didn’t know the bar was on the floor until Ryan Shay walked into my life and quietly raised it to the fucking moon. “And because I love you and when I tell your dad that, I’ll be the one to say it.”
“That’s because you know I’ll give you every fucking thing you could ever ask for. You stopped worrying about your own needs a long time ago, Indy, but I want you to hear yourself ask and I want to watch you take.”
“That’s good because I’m not going anywhere.” “No?” “Are you kidding? I’ve got a free ride here. I get flowers hand delivered every week and I’m getting laid on the regular. I’m living the dream.”
“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.”
“Honey, are you crying?” With my hands covering my face, I nod. “It’s kind of my thing.”
“And so much fucking Blue. All I see is Blue.” Translation: All I see is you.
“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.”
He knew even then? “Even then.”
