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390 pages, ebook
First published July 21, 2015
She disliked me. But she worshipped my brother. He didn’t see her, not really. Not like I did.
I was always running after her, but this time I wasn’t going to let her get away.I truly loved the relationship between Jess and Duane. They started as that couple that could hardly stand each other and then it clicked. Things changed. They couldn’t stay away from each other. These are really my favorite type of reads. They bicker and can’t stand each other, then realize they are perfect for one another. Seriously. SO great!
Love is the greatest adventure, where you risk the most for the greatest reward.
Jessica wasn't going to break my heart.
I was going to break hers.
I wasn't all in.
I wasn't even half in.
I was ready to leave the whole time,
looking for a reason.
Because every second we spent together
was better than the last.
I tried to shrug, but I'm sure
it looked like a minor seizure.
"Jessica," he whispered,
"arguing with you is one of my favorite things to do."
What I gotta do for a piece of a pie
Tell me you feelin' alright ..►♫
When a guy sees a car he likes,
all he can think about is getting under the hood
or taking her for a ride.
"I'm not letting you leave this car
until we make it to second base. At least."
"Jess, you know how good I am at baseball, right?"
I can't do anything about the fact
that our dreams don't align. And since
I do love you, I want you to live yours.
Baby, just be comfortable
I'll be right here next to you ..►♫
"Is this place home?"
"No, Duane .. You are."
I was in a funk. It wasn’t a fun, funky-town funk.
I didn’t get much time to mull over what units of measurement I would apply to hot looks—would it be Celsius? Calories? Watts? Voltage? Or lumens?—because Beau did three things, driving all thought and ability to reason from my brain.
I reminded myself what I thought was hilarious, like my ironic sexy Gandalf costume, was often the cause of censure and elicited abject horror from others. I was always going to be a circle peg in a world of squares.
“See now, that’s a great excuse. I usually blame all the silly things I say on syphilis.”
(Did I forget to mention that my daydreams actually present themselves as music videos à laPaula Abdul’s Rush, Rush complete with glowing, imperfection-blurring lens filters?)
In the end we weren’t allowed to buy our dinner because a skinhead named Sheldon bought us a tray of food without asking permission. This caused a bit of an upset as Devon and his biker brethren had offered first.
He bent and whispered in my ear, “They only like me so much because I make them money and they enjoy watching me race.”
I shook my head, “Do you know everyone?”
“More or less.” He shrugged, “Or they know me.”
“He does it with a bunch of native Americans fellas, good guys. They all get together and run around the forest in loin cloths.”
In all honesty, I'd enjoyed the horse ride more than the man ride. At least the horse had been a stallion. Looking back, my lab TA was more like a Shetland pony—hairy and small."*snort*
"You can't just go around giving people cars. You're not Oprah."
Duane's lips flattened in a way that made me think he was trying not to laugh because his eyes were shining."What gave me away? Was it the red hair?"
Without thinking, and in a way reminiscent of our bickering childhood, I responded flatly, "No. It was the feel of your circumcised penis last week."
“When I think of my future and what I want, all I see is you.”
“My momma once told me, you don't need to be pushed in order to fall. I don't think you'll need to do much pushing, Jessica.”
“Everything is temporary, Duane. This,” he gestured to our surroundings, “this is temporary. Even mountains fall. Nothing lasts forever. You got a chance at happiness, even for a week, a month, a year? You grab it and you hold on to it for as long as it lasts.”
"I wanted to experience the world, not just one tiny corner of it."