He turns his head and presses a kiss into the crook of my neck. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “Welcome to my life,”

When I step into the dimly lit living room, I catch sight of my dad in his deep leather recliner, a glass of bourbon in his hand. And he’s grinning at me like a fucking loon. “What are you smiling at?” “You made the right decision for once.”

squeeze her hand and pull it to my lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles of the woman I chose—the life I chose. “Jesus. Who even are you?” Rhett asks, looking a little shocked. Now it’s Summer’s turn to slap the top of his head. “Stop picking on them. It’s sweet.” “Why the fuck is everyone hitting me?”

“You come here often?” she asks. “Willa.” My teeth clench. “If I make a blow job joke, will you laugh again?” My teeth grind. “No.” “What’s the best thing about a blow job?” “Good lord, woman. Just stop.”

Willa: How is Cade? Summer: Full hermit-mode. Back to hating everyone. Please come fix him. Willa: I’m on my way.

Summer: Po-tay-to, po-tah-to! Just be nice. Cade: I am nice. Summer: No. You’re kind of an asshole.

School is always there if I want to go back. But I’m a firm believer that learning doesn’t always happen in the classroom.”

Beau: Dude. You look like you’re trying to kill someone with the power of your stare. Beau: Do you have a special superpower I don’t know about? Cade: Why are you texting me from the same table? Beau: Because you’re too terrifying to talk to.

“Beg.” “Pardon me?” “You heard me.” Her lips don’t even twitch. She’s not joking at all. “Beg.”