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829 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 10, 2023
“Imagined what?”
He looks up. “Fucking your hair.”
“And while I’d fuck my fist, watching you smell your hair, thinking that I’m fucking your braid, I’d imagine that you were saving it for me.”
There’s no logic to it.
There’s no guarantee that I’m going to run into him again.
But I…
I had to do something; he’s here.
I mean, I have to see him.
I just have to.
“Looking for me?”
At the voice coming from behind me, my heart jumps in my chest.
And I spin around.
And I… God, he’s bigger.
Than he was the last time I saw him.
In anticipation that he might set fire to the sky again.
For my birthday.
But it’s not a lighter.
It’s something else. Something shiny.
Something chiming.
And then he’s touching me.
He’s touching me.
My ankle.
He’s touching, gripping my ankle.
Hey, guys. I dedicate this book.
My book.
You know, the one I wrote.
The one where I ruin the pink colour, watermelons, bubblegums and bandits for you.
I really do dedicate it for those of you who just don't.
Don't, do you?
Get.
Things. You know, simple things.
Basic things.
At first blush.
Don't worry if you don't. I totally get it that you don't get it. I got you, guys.
Totally get it that some of you just don't get it. So I'm going to repeat every generic basic-bitch stuff ×10004 times in my book.
The book I wrote. Did I?
I swallow, dig my nails into his wrist, blush something crazy.
He notices it, the flush on my cheeks, and his eyes go all… liquid again.
All shiny and tender.
And he whispers, “What is it, baby?”
He pulled me down toward him. 〝Just the tip.〞
I bumped our noses together. 〝No.〞
He bumped them back, his hand creeping under his black t-shirt that I was wearing.〝How about a finger?〞
''I’m so pale and creamy. And he’s so summery and olive-toned.''