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“What?” He powered his phone on and looked. “I don’t see your name… Are you secretly internet-stalking me? How cute.”
“I think you’re broken. Someone internet-stalking you shouldn’t be cute.”
“Not just someone. You. So sweet. So how long have you had this crush on me?”
“Can we go into the ocean so I can drown you now?”
“What’s your secret stalker name?”
“Shut up.”
“Are you in love with me?”
“Really, shut up.”

“Wanna make out?” Ty broke the silence.

“Do you ever shut up?”

“It was an awkward silence. I had to break it up somehow.”

He was right. This whole talking thing we’d started to do lately was fucked up, but now that we were sitting here, hanging out in this planned way, I didn’t know what to say.

I shrugged. “Sure.”

OMG 😂 ... I love these guys!

"Please, for the love of God, when you get married, let your significant other give your kids the sex talk. Oh, and … are you bi or gay? I’ve never seen you with women.”

“I’m not getting married. Or having kids. Gay.”

“I’m an equal opportunity lover, myself.”

“Yes, I know. I’ve seen. And don’t say lover. You sound like you’re eighty.”

“What eighty-year-olds do you hang out with, ... and can I meet them?”

Yeah, I remember why I loved this so much the first time ... that awesome Anyta Sunday writing! Hits just right! 😊

Oma explained: Once upon a time not long ago, there was this giant wall that separated the land. My mama and papa wanted to get to the other side. I was a baby when they left me and my sis with Oma. They were meant to come back. Oma said they really wanted to. We were all supposed to live happily ever after like in the fairytales. It was just that, well, they got a faulty unicorn. It did not shit butterflies.

Julian screeched to a halt. “Hi, Lenny.”
“Um, are we friends now?” I liked to know these things. I could play with Ben and joke about farting in plastic bags to try and save it. I wasn’t sure about Julian.
Julian shrugged. “Nah.”
“If you’re not my friend, why are you talking to me?”
“Dunno. Maybe we are friends.”
“Do you think farts are funny, Julian?”
He hooted. A yes then.
“Then I guess we can be friends.”

Time for a re-read of this gem 😊

Then he hit his guitar a lick, and he broke two strings. Hell, I’d been playing ten years, and I hadn’t broken a total of two strings. So there he was, these two strings dangling, and he hadn’t done anything except break the strings yet, and these high school girls were screaming and fainting and running up to the stage, and then he started to move his hips real slow like he had a thing for his guitar….

The girls were chasing Elvis—and frequently catching up with him. Everywhere he went he created a sensation.

“He’s the new rage,” said a Louisiana radio executive in an interview with the British musical press. “Sings hillbilly in r&b time. Can you figure that out. He wears pink pants and a black coat… [and] he’s going terrific. If he doesn’t suffer too much popularity, he’ll be all right.”

“Huckslee,” he whispers.

I shake my head. “Please don’t.”

Don’t ruin this moment. Don’t make it hurt more than it already does.

He sighs. “But I have to. I need to. As of right now, this bed is Delaware, so just listen. Please.”

There’s a desperate urgency in his tone that makes my skin crawl, a dread yawning in the pit of my stomach. But I take a deep breath and close my eyes to shield myself.

“Okay.”

He’s gone completely feral, his self-control torn asunder, the real man beneath the mask coming out to play. It’s a version of him that’s only for me, and no matter how messed up this situation is right now, I crave it. His cock slides to the back of my tongue as he goes still, a moan that I’ve obsessed over for years leaving his mouth. Hot cum pours down my throat.

“Now you know what it’s like to drown.”

I’m the only one who’s touched my dick in like two months. Every time Christian brings a chick home, he tries to share, but I’m just not into it. Seems my shit only stands at attention lately when it involves the sulky fucker downstairs who hates me, so that’s just great. Hasn’t even touched me, and he owns this dick. How unfair is that?

Okay, Huck 😏... Taylor NEEDS you to pound him into the mattress!

“I don’t have a lot of experience, okay? I’ve only ever been with one guy, and he’s the only one I’ve ever...felt like that with. The only guy I’ve ever thought about in that way, so I don’t know if bi is the right word for it?” Breaking off with a frown, I bite my lip. “Either way, I don’t think I need to put a name to it. I just am.”

“What did you mean about expanding the brand?”
“I don’t know, like branching out beyond just your rally performances.” She takes up a spot in between us. “Any ideas?”
Christian snaps his fingers. “OnlyFans.”
Salem bursts out laughing while I scoff. “Uh, no. I’m a grow-er, not a show-er.”
“That’s not even what that means,” he grins. “And you show off more than anyone I know.”
"Yeah, with my bike. Not my dick.”

Don't you just love when it's glaringly ... and hilariously ... obvious that an author knows NOTHING about the subject they're writing about?!? Laughing my ass off at the description of the football game that Huck and Matt are playing in! It's like reading about a player kicking a touchdown in the World Series! 🤣🤦‍♂️🤣 Sheesh ... maybe find someone to help you out with that part, Bree?

I fucked up. Tonight, I did something so despicable and unforgivable that I’ll spend the rest of my life hating myself for it. I wanted to take it back. To change it. Rewind time to that night in the pool or when I kissed him on the track; rewrite our fucking stars because we can’t come back from this. I know I’ve lost him. With that one look, I felt whatever thread connected us obliterate, shredding my heart.