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Her fingers slap over her laugh as her eyes gape. “We can’t talk about this. There could be kids,” she whispers before peeking around.
Her cherry cheeks and wide eyes toss a net over my heart.
Icarefor this girl.
This girl who caught my heart just before it crashed to the ground.
When her gaping eyes return to me, her body sits straight as she stifles a snicker. “I’m a tomato, aren’t I?”
“A little, yeah.”
She finally falters, dipping her head to tuck her bangs behind her ear. “Agh, and I was doing so well.”
A breathy laugh escapes my throat, mingling with her own.
“Okay,” she sighs, lifting her stare to meet mine, “at least I had a good run. Can we agree to that?”
I reach for one of her hands, our elbows now planted on the table as our fingers kiss. My eyes focus on the pads of my rough skin gently caressing her silk fingertips, every nudge strumming a heartstring in tune. “For what it’s worth, I like the way you fit into my life,” I declare. “Tomato and all.”
My gaze elevates to hers, the timid gleam in her stare now replaced with awe. Her
fingers curl between mine, the delicate friction winding thenet tighter around my heart. “I like the way you fit into mine,” she confesses.
I’ve never actually seen a sunrise before in my twenty-nine years. One of those random facts you realize about yourself out of nowhere. But even though I’ve never witnessed it, there is something I can say with absolute certainty.
I’ve felt it.
Chapter 30
Olivia
“Oww! Look at you,” Lauren hollers, crossing the bedroom threshold.
“I’m applying mascara, I’ll react in a minute,” I say, combing the fine bristles through my lashes.
The hem of my babydoll dress wiggles between her fingers. “Okay, but permission to raid your closet, please. This is so cute!”
“No, notcute,” I whine before spinning around. “Yes, there’s tiny polka dots and long sleeves, but I will be pairing this with my signature thigh-high boots.” My brows shimmy over a smirk, but Lauren’s already rolling her eyes and plopping herself on the edge of my bed.
“So,” she sighs, “are we dropping the bomb tonight?”
I turn around, placing the mascara tube in my cosmetic bag on the dresser. “It’s Thursday. I can’t drop bombs on Thursdays.”
“Says who?” she scowls.
“Uhm, me.” I pluck the lip gloss from my makeup pouch before leaning toward the small, oval mirror. “He’s working tomorrow. I can’t just create a shit storm and then expect him to concentrate at work. That would be selfish.”
“That’swhat’s selfish?”
I pinch my gaze over my shoulder, catching Lauren’s sprawled out form above my periwinkle comforter. “I would’ve locked my door if I knew you were going to interrogate me,Mom.”
She sighs, black-tipped fingers playing with her fanned out locks. “Someone has to. Adult supervision is required with you.”
I blot my lips, popping them as I rest the skinny tube on the dresser. “If we’re about to have sex, yes. If not, no.”
“I’m not trying to rub it in, but I did tell yo—”
“Don’t!” My body whirls at her comeback, my index finger pointing directly at her. “You’re my best friend, and you’ll support me with whatever stupid ass decisions I make. Unless it’s murder, then I can understand. And even then, there are some gray areas.”
