And that right there was the difference between Quinn and Joel.
No! I could no longer control my voice. I could barely control my limbs.You’ll marry me? He grabbed my head on both sides and focused my face on his. I could feel my hair crinkling between his hands and my ears. I knew we both looked silly on our knees in the middle of our crumpled bed, but I could focus on nothing but him.
Yes, I said softly and stunned, and then it grew louder and louder. yes! yes! yes! I said, kissing him. He was holding on to me tightly. I have no doubt that some of our neighbors thought they were overhearing something they shouldn’t have.We fell back onto the bed and proved them right. I love you, he said to me over and over. He whispered it and he moaned it. He spoke it and he sang it. He loved me. He loved me. He loved me.And just like that, I was going to be part of a family again.
by the time sunday afternoon rolls around, ana has been well indoctrinated into this new, luxurious lifestyle. she, susan, and I are lying out by the pool. the weather has started to cool during the nights, but the days are still hot enough to lie outside. Given that it’s early november, it makes me especially glad to live in southern California. Winter is upon us, and yet, I can barely feel a chill.Ana read an entire book this weekend. susan cooked every meal as if she was a gourmet chef. I mostly lazed around like I have been doing, getting to the point where I am so bored that I yearn for some sort of life again. a couple of times yesterday I pondered whether to pick up a hobby. no final decision has been made.
We are all in a little bit of a food coma from the soufflé susan made for our lunch dessert, as she called it. We are all quiet at the moment, but I decide to break the silence.
So what are you and kevin doing this week? I ask.I realized I was practically standing guard over Bennett’s purity; his damn virtue. And I needed to cut that shit out. Just because I couldn’t have him—at least not according to his conditions—didn’t mean that nobody else could, either. So why did the very thought of him being with Rebecca—with any girl really—make it so f**king hard to breathe?
When I heard the knock at my door, I closed my eyes and made a silent wish that it was Bennett and not Bennett all at the same time.As soon as I pulled the door open, he said, She’s thinking about transferring her credits and coming to school here.
So she can be closer to you? I moved aside to let him in.His dark-wash jeans and messy hair didn’t go unnoticed. Had Rebecca’s fingers been in that hair?