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“Thank you for tonight, you have no idea what it meant to me.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me.”
“I know, but—”
“But nothing, I was happy to do it.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to. I don’t do things I don’t want to, Salem. I’m a selfish man.”

-🥹🥹

If she doesn’t snap out of whatever she’s thinking of she will be emotionally cheating on her boyfriend. He is a mama’s boy but still it’s wrong.

It’s getting messier.

“What are you doing?”
“A swing.”
“Why?”
“Because I want a porch swing.”
“What are you going to do with this porch swing?” Yes, I’m pushing. For more words.
“Swing on it.”

Ugh tgis is messy

She was sitting on the roof and he caught her staring at his house after his ex passed by. 🤭

“You were fighting.”
“Why do you think we got divorced?”
“Couldn’t agree on the best cupcake flavor?”
A full smile cracks his lips and I feel like I’ve won some sort of victory. “Yes. That’s typically what makes or breaks a marriage. Disagreeing on a cupcake flavor.”

Binx (her cat) has been sleeping since the beginning of this book 😭 only opens one eye to make sure everything is alright and goes back to sleep.

Pulling out the sunglasses, he fits them on his nose tilting his head up at me.
“How do I look?”
Hot.
“Great.”
He chuckles, slipping them off. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”
“You didn’t have to get me pepper spray, either.” “That’s for your protection,”
“So are those.”
He fights a smile. “You have a point.”

Yoooo he saw her boyfriend carrying her home and said
“Hey! What the fuck is going on here? What’s wrong with her? You didn’t drug her, did you? I’ll fucking beat your ass.” 🤭🤭🤭
“You don’t need to worry. Caleb is my boyfriend.”
“Even more reason to worry.”

“You don’t by any chance need a job do you? It wouldn’t be full-time or anything … just twice a week, maybe a few hours some weekends.”
“What kind of job?”
“I need a babysitter, nanny, something, whatever, for my son. Once I get this place fixed up, he’ll be staying here with me some.”
“Oh. You have a kid?”
He laughs. “Yeah, Forrest. He’s six.”
“That’s cute.”

“Another early run?”
“Yes,”
His eyes narrow. “Do you carry pepper spray with you?” “No.”
He shakes his head, settling his hands on his hips. “It’s not safe.”
“I’m not asking you for permission to run in my own town. I’ve been doing this long before you graced us with your presence.”
“Sorry for being concerned about your safety.”
“I can look out for myself.”

“I come bearing cupcakes,”
He glances over his shoulder before rising to a standing position.
“I’ve been dreaming about these.” He’s in a better mood today.
He unwraps the cupcake and takes a massive bite. “Delicious.”
“You’re in a better mood today.”
His nose crinkles. “You noticed that, huh?”
“Kind of hard not to when you’ve been a bit of an asshole.”

“You’re my new neighbor, but I still don’t know your name.”
He raises a brow. “Thayer.”
“Nice to meet you, Thayer. I’m Salem.” He doesn’t say anything, so I start walking again. I’ve made it a few feet onto our driveway when he says,
“Do you have any more of those cookie dough cupcakes?”
I glance back with a smile and nod.

-😆💕

Pausing when I see something on the steps. It’s the glass for the lemonade and beneath it is a ripped piece of paper with something scrawled across it. I squint, trying to make out the handwriting. It’s one word, but I can’t help but give a small laugh and shake of my head. ‘Thanks.’

I wait, hoping he’ll say something, like you know, maybe a thank you. But he picks up the shovel, ready to dig again.
“Is there something else you need?” He switches his cap back, so the brim is low, hiding his brown eyes. “No. That was it.”
Defeated, I turn to head back to my house. When I get to the gate, I yell back, “You’re welcome!” The faintest chuckle echoes behind me. 😂💕

His eyes drop to the tray in my hands, and he flips his cap around backwards.
“Trespassing, again?”
“I’m being neighborly. Cupcakes and lemonade. The cupcakes are cookie dough, lavender and honey, and lemon with mint frosting. My personal favorite is the cookie dough.”
“You talk a lot.”
“Which one is the cookie dough?” I nod at the one in the middle.
“You don’t want the others?”
“No.”

“Hey. Can I help you?”
“You’re trespassing,” he grunts.
“Are you supposed to be here?”
“This is my house, so yes. Are you supposed to be here?”
“Oh… I… no… I suppose not. I’m sorry.”

-Oh he is grumpy 😈 I like it.

“In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.”
“That’s because you’re a masochist.” I couldn’t contain my smile. “It’s okay. I love you anyway.”

-❤️‍🔥 finally!!

“You hate me.”
“I’ve never hated you.”
“Liar.”
“Okay, once upon a time, I hated you a little bit. I don’t know what you did to me, Red. But somehow, I went from wanting to kill you…to willing to kill for you.”

In an alternate universe, I would be on the phone with Josh, making plans to celebrate. Something low key, since tomorrow was still a test day, but knowing him, he’d turn it into a whole production.
My stomach cramping and my chest tight as I lost him. Again.

-Ouch 😣💔

I loathed the part of me that still wanted to comfort her. It was the part with no self-preservation, that needed her so much it would willingly hand her the knife to stab me in the chest just so she could be the last thing I saw before I died.
“Get out.”
“Josh, please. I swear I didn’t—” 
“Get. Out.”
“I lo—”
“Don’t you dare say it.”

-☹️💔

“You were right, you know. What you said after the Black Fox about me holding onto my grudge because that’s all I have left to hold onto.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s the only thing you have left to hold onto,”
“Careful, Red. Keep saying things like that, and I might never let you go.”

“What are you so afraid of, Red?”
“I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Bullshit.”
“This was supposed to be simple.”
“It’s not.”
There’d never been anything simple about her. Jules was the most complicated, fascinating person I’d ever met.
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you.”

Even when I thought I hated her, I was already softening toward her. Every smile, every laugh, and every conversation chipped away at the image I’d constructed of her in my mind until I was left with someone I didn’t know but couldn’t bear to let go of.

-Joshy

A moment of eye contact wasn’t enough. I needed…fuck, I didn’t know what I needed. To apologize, to explain, to make her smile at me again the way she did before the other night. Forty-eight hours, and her absence was already eating me alive.

-Joshy

“How did you know Ava was the one?”
“I like being with her.”
“No shit. Be more specific.”
“… When I’m not with her, I wish she were there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever. She makes me want to be a better person, and when I think about a world where she doesn’t exist… I want to burn every inch of it to the ground.”

Maybe we do need contracts for fevors too… 🧐 I mean think about it for a minute… it’s safer. Christian is genius.

“The opposite of love isn’t hate.. it’s indifference.”

That’s so deep and true!

Their first date 🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭stawwwwwwpppp he’s soo sweettt 🥹😮‍💨😩🤌🏼

HOW IS SIXTEEN LEGAL???????? THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE ALASTAIR WITH THAT POOR FREAKING SIXTEEN YEARS OLD GIRL?!??????!!