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368 pages, Paperback
First published December 5, 2017
“Come home and kick me in the teeth if you need to, but then kiss me.”
I know how those notes sound when they’re coming from across the room, from across the bed. I know how they sound hummed contentedly into my ear with the warm curl of his body all along my back.
“I’ve never done this before. I just know I’m falling for the girl I married...”
“I've never met anyone who loved my playing enough to want to put a ring on it.”
Ugh. I’ve married him, and he has no idea I’ve been writing Holland/Hot Busker fic in my head for months.”
I've never met anyone who loved my playing enough to want to put a ring on it.”
But this...writing about how it feels to listen to music, to have found him--it almost feels like I'm writing a description of how my organs work together, what keeps me breathing. I don't think I've ever felt this before.
“Mo stóirín, I fear I’ll like you too much.”
He blinks, and a beat of silence passes between us where I think he’s asking, Well? Are we doing this? His fingers rub my waist gently, as if to remind me there’s no pressure.
I swallow, giving him a smile that says: Fuck yes we are.
Calvin turns back to Devon. “Dev, this is my fiancée, Holland. Holls, this is Devon.”
And I die.
"But he kisses me like it’s love, and as he pushes faster into me, he sounds like a man overcome with love, and when he rolls so I’m on top of him, he watches me with something that looks a lot like love in his eyes."
“I think you might be the best girl there ever was.” .