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“And then our life unfolds. Picture by picture. Frame by frame. It tells a story. Me and him. Every year since I was nine. Every holiday. Every birthday. Every celebration. The good days and the bad ones. It tells our story and it’s sequential, starting from the beginning, from that very day when he told me our friendship was inevitable, to just a few weeks ago, when I fell asleep and he carried me up the stairs to my bed before going home. It’s there. All of it is there. It’s a love letter, though I didn’t know it when I made it. Anyone can see it’s a love letter. It’s so obvious. It’s so trite. It’s so awkward. It’s nothing. It can’t be anything. He can’t know. I don’t want him to know. I can’t let him know.”

“Do you really mean that?’ I shook my head, attempting a smile. ‘I think you're pretty great,’ I said, my voice breaking. Sam's arm encircled my shoulders, and he squeezed tight. He smelled like fabric softener and damp soil and rain. ‘Swear on it?’ he said, his words muffled by hair. I felt for his bracelet blindly and tugged. ‘I think you're pretty great, too,’ he whispered. ‘You have no idea how much.”

“That shocks a laugh out of me, and Amira grins. 'So, does this mean we’re good now?' I ask. This almost feels too easy. Too good to be true. 'That depends, are we actually friends now?' There’s a small voice inside of me that wants me to ask for more than that, but I’m not willing to open that can of worms yet. I hold out my hand. 'Friends,' I say. Amira rolls her eyes but takes my hand, giving it a quick up-and-down pump before letting me go. As soon as her hand falls away, I miss the feel of her skin against mine. 'All right, well, now that that’s settled, shall we get to work?' Amira says. 'Oh, right, I kind of forgot about that part for a second.' Amira gasps so dramatically, Kerry would be proud. 'Rochelle Marie Coleman forgot about work? Am I dreaming?' I gently push her as we make for the door. 'Ha ha, whatever. And why do you know my middle name? Let me guess, my mom told you.' 'Nope,' Amira says, turning so she’s walking out the door backward, looking at me with a playful grin. 'You told me once. Your middle name is Marie and mine is María. You see, Rochelle, I haven’t forgotten a single thing about you.' She then has the audacity to wink at me and walk away.”

“I may have been able to keep myself distracted the last eight years, but the second my eyes locked with hers tonight, I was reminded of a truth I’d forgotten— she may not always be mine, but I will always be hers. It’s been 2,942 days since we last kissed, and I’ve belonged to her for all of them.”

“You think I need an orgasm to enjoy sex?” she demanded. “What are you, like fifteen?” She eyed him in disgust. “I can get my own orgasms just fine. Last night was not about me getting off. It was about comfort and solace. About helping you to forget for a while.” Ethan blinked as the full magnitude of her words pelted him like shrapnel. “Oh my God. It was a pity fuck?”

“All that existed was the blinding imperative to not think, to leave it all behind. To have it all fade to black in the throes of a truly good orgasm. To thrust and rock and pound until he came long and hard. To reach the pinnacle as fast as he could, to leap off the edge and truly leave all his earth-bound worries behind. He was a cave man. He was a Neanderthal. He was fucking Cro-Magnon.”

“JJ glared at his slumbering frame. Long legs, lethal in denim, his button fly already enticingly popped, abdomen all ridged and naked, begging for a finger or a tongue to discover the hills and valleys, dark shaggy hair spread around his head like a freaking halo on her pillow. Well too damn bad for this broken-down angel. She was the one who’d worked her ass off until two am. Not him. And she wanted her bed back.”

“Contrary to her sister-in-law Janie’s claims, Celia hadn’t been in love with Kyle Gilchrist since her childhood—she’d simply loved to annoy him. ... Armed with childish logic, Celia made it her mission to get under Kyle’s skin as often as possible. She’d drawn hearts emblazoned with her name on every one of his school notebooks. He’d retaliated by stringing up her My Little Pony collection from a tree. She’d pushed him into the stock tank. He’d held her down and tickled her until she peed her pants. She’d put a snapping turtle in his gym bag. He’d tied her to the tire swing and spun her until she puked. All harmless pranks that demanded retaliation.”