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“The fact is, there’s a high likelihood this thing is a ticking time bomb,” he says simply. “But if I let it consume me—and believe me, it’s crossed my mind—I’d be wasting so much fucking energy. So much time. Time I may or may not have. So I have to just . . . do things in spite of it. Because of it. I have to keep moving, have to keep living for right now.”

Leaning forward to scoop my hair back with one hand and hold it in his fist, he murmurs, “I’ve always liked your hair in a ponytail.”

i’m just gonna leave this here 🙈🙈🙈😩😩

“Always so bossy,” he replies, punctuating each word with a kiss. I let my fingers tangle in his hair. “I like to be in control.” “I know you do. But can I tell you a secret?” He takes my chin in his hand, angling my ear to his mouth, and whispers, “So do I.”

i seriously. just set my phone down. i’m at the gym rn and reading this here is torture. i want to giggle and scream

“I let you think you’re right about a lot of things, Ava Monroe”—the nip of his teeth against my skin sends a current through me—“but I’m willing to fight you on this one.”

I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES. i’m sick over this

She inches closer, pressing the side of her body against me, and I desperately wish that, at the very least, I can absorb some of her sadness by osmosis.

A grin flashes across her face, like she believes she’s tricked me into being her pack mule. In reality I’d probably carry her if she asked me to.

When we eventually pull apart, I pretend he hasn’t left open wounds everywhere we were touching.

beautiful writing omg

Then his jaw clenches and he pulls me roughly to him, wrapping his arms around me so tightly I bet that if a natural disaster struck right now, we’d still be standing at the end of it, rooted to the ground and intertwined like this.

“You didn’t friendzone me. That makes it sound like only being your friend is a demotion, somehow. As if it’s not my favorite thing to be.”

IM SICKKKKK OVER THIS MAN

I could use some distraction in the form of a curly-haired man with a million passports.

YOUVE LOSE THE PRIVILEGE