Sisi-Alex

“You’re sorry? I damn near drank myself to death, I could barely get out of bed, I shattered my phone into a million pieces on New Year’s Eve to keep from calling you … and you’re sorry?”
I bit my lip and nodded, ashamed. I had no idea what he’d been through, and hearing his say the words made sharp pain twist inside my chest. “I’m so … so sorry.”
“You’re forgiven,” he said with a grin. “Don’t ever do it again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He flashed his dimple and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I don’t understand you, Pigeon. I thought I knew women, but you’re so fucking confusing I don’t know which way is up.”
“I don’t understand you, either. You’re supposed to be Eastern’s ladies’ man. I’m not getting the full freshmen experience they promised in the brochure,” I teased.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“When Pidge wakes up, let me know, okay?” he said in a soft voice. “I got spaghetti,
and pancakes, and strawberries, and that oatmeal shit with the chocolate packets, and she
likes Fruity Pebbles cereal, right, Mare?” he asked, turning.
When he saw me, he froze. After an awkward pause, his expression melted, and his
voice was smooth and sweet.“Hey, Pigeon.”
I couldn’t have been more confused if I had woken up in a foreign country. Nothing
made sense. At first I thought I had been evicted, and then Travis comes home with bags
full of my favorite foods.
He took a few steps into the living room, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets.
“You hungry, Pidge? I’ll make you some pancakes. Or there’s uh…there’s some oatmeal.
And I got you some of that pink foamy shit that girl’s shave with, and a hairdryer, and a…
a….just a sec, it’s in here,” he said, rushing to the bedroom.
The door opened, shut, and then he rounded the corner, the color gone from his face.
He took a deep breath and his eyebrows pulled in. “Your stuff’s packed.”
“I know,” I said.
“You’re leaving,” he said, defeated.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster