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Devon was even more of a piece of shit trailer trash than I was, but holy shit did I love him. Like, heart completely consumed, wanted him for life, ride or die type of loved him. He was mine and I was his, and even though we fucked shit up more often than not, I couldn’t imagine going through this clusterfuck of a life without him now.

Aww...

Olivia stood staring out as the snowflakes drifted down. Beau fidgeted in her arms, reaching up to lick her jaw as she stroked his soft golden coat. Putting the puppy down, she watched as he ambled over to his cushion in front of the fire. He climbed on top of it, padding it down by turning in circles until he finally settled down, tucking his paws under his face and regarding her with big brown eyes.

“This is shattering right now, and you have to let the pieces fall where they may. It’s only after the shards have landed that someone will pick them up and put them together again. And the cracks and fissures will always show. They will tell the tale of all you’ve endured. But that person who made your heart whole again will be its protector, and their love will never let it shatter again.”

“If you go down this path with Simon, you need to realize what it is and accept it. You have to love him even if you don’t love the job. I’ve been in this life since I could breathe, so I don’t really understand anything else. Snow learned to love the man and realized he would do anything for him. You need to reconcile that fact, or when this is all done, let Simon go.”

He was right. A choice had to be made.

I jolted upright, making Simon grunt. “What?” His eyes widened, and he jumped out of bed, on the defensive. “What is it?”

“You!” I realized he had a small tissue box in his hand. “Were you going to attack someone with that?”

He looked at the box and quickly dropped it. “I grabbed what I could, you were freaked out, so I thought someone was in here.”

“Well, thank God you’ll have some two-ply when I die.”

I felt a vibration, looked at my screen, and saw a text from Rush. “Snow, I gotta go, I have a text and I need…I’ll call you back after class.”

“Who are they?”

“Huh?” Playing dumb with him was, well, dumb.

“Stupid is an ugly color on you. Who texted you?”

“A friend.” Oh, my God. Why was I failing today? “Just a friend” was code for more than that in Snow’s book.

“Eight! You have a…boy-girl-they friend?”

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My name is Simon, but you can call me Eight—I’ll explain that later—and this is the story of how my hope for a quiet drama-free college life blew up in my face…all because I fell in love. Yes, I know, cheesy. But here’s the thing—it really is true. It’s more complex than that, and it wouldn’t be much of a story if it was all, “Met a boy, he was cool, we fell in love, the end.”

This is absolutely perfect ... hanging on every single word! 😮
And now ... there's a puppy?!? Named "Beau"? Oh, my! 🥰

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Let's get naughty! 😜