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Then her lips meet mine. I kiss her back, more aggressively, and a weak smile pulls at her mouth. I hear her mumble, "My wolf".
She's my fucking sun, and even though she's set tonight, she means nothing less to me. I love her just as fucking madly.
mastermind is 10000000% about coballoway and i will die on this hill
Donnelly seeing Luna crying and upset, and sticking some stickers around her face and letting her do the same to him, putting his earphones in her ears and letting her listen to his favorite songs, IT'S ALL ABOUT MAKING HER HAPPY WITH LITTLE PARTS OF HIM AND I'M NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW 😭😭😆😆💖💖💖💖
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BOOKS I’VE READ IN 2021: Wherever You Are (Bad Reputation Duet, #2) by Krista & Becca Ritchie (reread)
“We’re twenty-four, but when we’re together, I feel blown back. It feels like we’re only twenty, then seventeen. Distance, time, miles and hours are intangible, metaphysical things, all woven and jumbled in an invisible tapestry, and like my favorite comic books, the beginning is really the end and the end is just the beginning.”
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Literature A - Z [ 1 / 26 ] ⟶ A for Addicted / Calloway Sisters by KB Ritchie
Being in a real relationship was supposed to fix the kinks in our lives. It should’ve made our problems easier. We no longer have to pretend. We can be ourselves. We’re free from one lie. Isn’t this the part where our love overcomes our addictions? Where our problems magically solve from a kiss and a promise?
Books read in 2020: Whatever it takes by Krista and Becca Ritchie
Garrison, more than just a few inches taller than me, stares down at my features. I look up, my pulse quickening. And he asks, “Can I hug you, Willow?”
I breathe deeply, pushing up my glasses. “I’m not that good at hugging.”
“You don’t have to be good at hugging. I’d still want to hug you.”
“Why?” I whisper.
His aquamarine eyes skim my cheek, my neck, descending. “…because I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,”
