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Published May 18, 2020

“I’m feeling sentimental,” I confess. “Bins remind me of you.”
“I’ve missed how sweet you are.”
“Jesus, Cass, I’ve put you through Hell.”
“Turns out I’m fireproof. Who knew?” I run my lips across his Adam’s apple, making his breath stutter. “Please stop apologising. I forgive you. I am incredibly generous, probably an angel.”
“There are three photographers outside.”
“I think they live there, now.” They’re not too bad. One of them put our wheelies out on bin day the other morning.
Con falters. “Well… you work backstage at a TV show. Surely you want a job in media. Isn’t that the reason most people take those entry-level jobs?”
“Not me,” I tell him earnestly. “I’m just really passionate about making people tea. I think it might be my calling.”



”Thank God. Now I feel safe,” he mumbles into my neck. I can tell he means it. How strange. This massive, muscly superhero feels safe when a barely-five-foot girl wraps her scraggly arms around his neck.
“I want to beat her up,” I decide.
He looks at me for a moment, then strokes a thumb down my cheekbone. “I’m going to kiss you,” he warns me, and before I can respond, he hooks his thumb under my chin and drags it up, pressing our mouths together.
“I can’t believe I met you,” he murmurs, and I crack open inside.

ʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛs ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs. ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀs ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ.
🎬 very witty, funny, relatable writing
🎬 the hero is an idiot
🎬 the heroine is a doe-eyed saint
🎬 this was interesting. i wasn't completely wild for the romance but the heroines character development was so satisfying, compelling, and easy to root for that i was super invested by the end. watching women realize they're not asking for too much.... just inject that shit into my veins
“There is no way you’ve spent weeks snuggling into his abs and you don’t fancy him a little bit.”
“I’m physically attracted to him, I’m not a rock,” I say irritably, swilling the rice with water. “But then he talks.”
“He cups my jaw in both hands and presses his lips to mine. They’re hot and soft, and camera flashes light up the insides of my eyelids like stars. It’s a soft, full, delicious kiss, sexy and sliding and deep. I sink into it like a plush sofa at the end of a long day. He scoops me closer, lifting me into him, right off the ground. His arms wrap fully around me and lock behind my back, holding me tight. Our chests wedge together. I fist a hand in his shirt and feel his heart going hard and fast through his clothes. He kisses me again, and again, lips sliding across mine, and my skeleton hums. My blood rushes. I flutter all over. He’s breathing hard into my mouth, like he’s struggling to fill his lungs. His fingers grasp at my waist.”
“You’re so bad at this,” he mutters.
“I know. I’m so sorry. You can return me if you like. Hey, are you smiling?” I tug at his sleeve, trying to see his face.
“No.” He says, turning back. His eyes are star-bright in the low light. He looks as flushed and restless as I feel. “I didn’t keep your receipt.”
“Damn.” I clear my throat, then fan my face. “Guess you’re stuck with me.” Am I flirting? Is this flirting? Have I lost the plot completely?
His eyes reflect the sky. “I think you’re amazing. I don’t think you’ve ever tried to hurt someone in your life. Sometimes, I still can’t believe someone like you exists.”
The thought rushes out of me in an unstoppable blurt. “You know, when you’re not being a dick, you’re probably my favourite person.”
He doesn’t say anything. I smooth his lapel, feeling how hard he’s breathing. When I look up at him, his eyes are dark. We watch each other for a moment, then he tilts back his head, baring his throat. I press a soft, open-mouthed kiss under his jaw, then suck gently. His body jerks under mine. “You’re so sensitive!” I marvel.
“I think I’m star-struck,” I admit.
His face flickers. “You’ve known me almost two months.”
“But your celebrity dick’s going to be inside me, a peasant,” I insist.
“So that’s what you were hoping for.” His hands slide up to my shoulders and squeeze reassuringly.
“You are vastly underestimating how attracted I am to you,” he murmurs, tracing my collarbone. I shudder as he trails his finger lightly down the neckline of my dress. Stripes of amber light roll over our bodies as we zoom past streetlamps, but his eyes don’t leave mine as he slowly cups my breast, lifting and squeezing, like he’s testing the heaviness. All the breath dissolves out of my body as silk slides over my skin. His thumb rubs a tiny circle over my nipple, and I arch into him with a quiet noise. “That feel good?” He asks softly. I nod. “We’re doing perfect, then.” His lips press to the side of my throat. My eyes close. “Jesus, Cass. I don’t know what you think I’m expecting. I just want to feel you. I want to be close to you. That’s it. You can’t do anything wrong, okay?”
She sighs. “I get why you blame yourself. It’s natural. Everyone does it. But it’s a stupid habit, and you need to stop. If you wouldn’t say it about me, don’t think it about yourself.”
“I lie in my gross sweaty sheets for a few hours, drifting in and out of sleep and reflecting on what a shitty person I am. Eventually, though, I have to stop being mean to myself and face the day. I fall out of bed and stumble, bleary-eyed, to my bedroom window, shoving it open and leaning my forehead against the glass.”
As soon as he sees me, his shoulders loosen. “I like the shirt.” He reaches up and drags it off my shoulder. “Take it off.” I climb into his arms, and he pulls me down onto the mattress, gathering me up. Oh, my God, he’s cuddling me. Jack Hale is honest-to-God post-sex snuggling me. Every part of my body is being gently cradled. I wasn’t this comfortable in the womb.
“I can’t believe I met you,” he murmurs, and I crack open inside. I press our foreheads together, and we just lie like that, as our breathing evens out and our skin cools. I never want to move. I never want to let go of him.



["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>❝Everything about you is so small. And soft.❞ His hand touches my hair. ❝And… fluffy. You make me feel huge. Are you warm, now?❞
❝Yep.❞ Apparently we’re changing the subject. ❝I like that you’re a giant. Makes me feel…❞ I trail off. The wine is going to my head. Everything is humming.
He nudges me. ❝Makes you feel what?❞
I flounder. I don’t remember where I was going with that. I can’t really say ‘catastrophically horny’, can I? He nudges me again, completely unhelpfully. ❝Safe. Comfortable. Like… coming home after a day of work.❞
❝I make you feel comfortable?❞ He echoes faintly. ❝Relieved and comfortable and happy. You’re the human manifestation of the feeling I get when I take off my bra in the evenings.❞
❝I’m not sure how to respond to that.❞
❝I’ve made so many mistakes. Sometimes my life just feels like a whole chain of my own fuck-ups.❞
❝Yes, go on, say it like that.❞
❝Cassie. I’m starting to feel like maybe, maybe, I’ve finally got something right.❞
❝Jack Hale, Cass! Jack Hale! Pure fucking Greek God Jack Hale! You literally don’t feel the gentle touch of a man for five years, then you pull Jack Hale?!❞
❝Stop saying his name, you might summon him.❞
❝Please stop apologising. I forgive you. I am incredibly generous, probably an angel.❞
❝I love you, too,❞ I confess, and he lets out a breath, closing his eyes.
❝I’ve never been in love before,❞ he admits. His palms curve around mine.
❝It’s easy. Are you scared?❞
He nudges my nose with his. ❝Yes.❞
❝Be brave,” I tell him. ❝We’ll do it together.❞


“You know, when you’re not being a dick, you’re probably my favourite person.”
🌺 a fake relationship
🌺 an amazing heroine
🌺 a grumpy/sunshine dynamic
🌺 (a little bit of) enemies... to friends.. to lovers
🌺 a famous H / aspiring actress h
“So, um. Since press is over, we might not be meeting every day, now, right? I guess I'll hear from you, for dates, and stuff?”
Not my smoothest moment. He won’t look at me. “I’ll call when your services are needed.”
“Cool, cool.” I lean against my front door. “Love when you talk about me like a prostitute. So… Bye?”
“I make you feel comfortable?” He echoes faintly.
“Relieved and comfortable and happy. You’re the human manifestation of the feeling I get when I take off my bra in the evenings.”
“I’m not sure how to respond to that.”
“Please stop apologising. I forgive you. I am incredibly generous, probably an angel.”
“Argue everything. Okay? Don’t let him talk over you. Say what you need to say.” I nod, simultaneously intimidated and empowered. Her voice is stern. “And call me. If you don’t, I’ll bribe a pap for your address and send someone to your house.” With that vaguely threatening line, she flips back her hair and breezes out of the room in a puff of rose perfume.

“You’re so lovely.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Lovely.”
I snuggle into his hand. “Yep. And wonderful. Sorry to have to break it to you. I know you think you’re the Big Bad Wolf, but you’re completely lovely inside.”
He scowls like I’ve insulted him, but I can tell he’s pleased.
His eyes reflect the sky. “I think you’re amazing. I don’t think you’ve ever tried to hurt someone in your life. Sometimes, I still can’t believe someone like you exists.”
“Take whatever you want from me. Take everything I have. Everything. It’s all for you.”

"I'll call when your services are needed."
"Cool, cool." I lean against my front door. "Love it when you talk about me like a prostitute. So... Bye."
"Jack, I appreciate your work ethic, but I would literally rather throw myself off the balcony than go on a date with you right now. No offence."
"How could that be offensive? It was practically a compliment."

“I’ve never been in love before,” he admits. His palms curve around mine.
“It’s easy. Are you scared?”
He nudges my nose with his. “Yes.”
“Be brave,” I tell him. “We’ll do it together.”