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16. Bryanna
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Nope, no, no, no. Not gonna happen.“What do you mean? Why should I ask for that asshole forgiveness?” I bombard my brother with questions. I soooo do not understand his line of thinking. What did I do? When did I do him wrong?To Lincoln of all people?My brother is getting crazy.“Just do it, Bry. Ask him,” he replies—which doesn’t answer any of my questions—with no elaboration which confusing me and it makes my ire go higher. And I really don’t want to go off on him so soon after I asked for his forgiveness.But, I said I want to be better. I shouldn’t be angry right now. God, change is so. Damn. Difficult.“I wish I could, but it’s not my story to tell,” Adrian continues without knowing my internal turbulence. “Sometimes we hurt people without realizing we were hurting them.”What the hell is he talking about? Come on, Bry, you’re changing for the better, remember? Deep inhale, hold it. One, two, three. Let it go. Good. Feel yourself getting calmer. Feel your anger leaving with ev
Always 18. Bryanna
“I think Tom will propose,” she blurts out when we are sitting side to side on her bedroom floor to literally transfer those new things into her suitcases, tags and all be damned.“Wait, what?” I faux-gasp and then roll my eyes. Come on, it is like, duh! “Of course, he will. He’s insane if he won’t,” I tell my best friend ...... who is fishing for more assurance when she asks, “Really?”“Really, Mo,” I emphasize, still folding a Balenciaga shirt that had cost her an arm. “You’re gorgeous. You’re fun, you’re talented. You’re good at what you did. And most importantly, you’re the best friend a girl could ask for. He will be lucky to have you for the rest of his life.”Unluckily, for me, that sentence bring my thought to a certain conversation about a certain man that I wouldn’t think of in a certain way.Nu-uh. Tris was wrong. No way in hell I want to be with that giant grump.No. Fucking. Way.Morwenna lets out a happy sigh. I am back to the now again. “Thank you.” She gives me the tig
Always 19. Bryanna
But, that dramatic tendency is what I miss so much from her when she’s away. They flew on Sunday and it’s only Wednesday and I already miss her like crazy. We hadn’t had any texts or calls. I don’t want to intrude her because I know she is having the best time of her life now. I can’t help but be happy for her. She and Tom really made for each other. Like, Nate and ... me?I giggle. Sneaking a glance to the phone beside my arm on the desk, I am proudly admit that I’m waiting for Nate’s text. We’ve been texting all the time since last weekend. And the texts? Oh my, don’t ask. I don’t want my assistant find me blushing in my office.Wink, wink, wink!The sound of my phone’s vibration on the glass makes my heart beats faster. I couldn’t grab it soon enough. Nate : *I can’t keep your lips out of my head*Reading his message, the room’s temperature suddenly climbs up couple of degrees. Why does it feel really hot in here? Nate : *I wonder if mine can meet them again soon*Okay, my body’
Always 20. Nathan
Fuck, she's ....I struggle to find a word that will describe her because I don't want to sound too sentimental and risking it look like something it isn't. Because it is. Not a thing.I know, I know. I still have her lips locks with mine and I'm still groping every curve I can reach of her sinful body. But, that doesn't mean I owe her anything, right? Despite the texting, swapping saliva, and touching, we were just playing, accompanying each other. Nothing serious, really.I like her, sure. I like her beauty, man, who didn't? Just look at that big hazel pools of hers, shine with such innocence. Like the world hadn't sinked its poisonous talons on her and showed her what the real world was all about.Maybe that's true, considering her perfect upbringing. The true American princess.And, hadn't you see those curves? Wrapped in that dark red dress? Clinging to her body on the right places, the flare compliments her fucking perfect hips.Come fucking on, don't tell me you don't want a p
Always 21. Nathan
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Always 22. Bryanna
I wake up to his empty side of bed and a note on his pillow. I know I sound too attached already, but, why do you care? It will be his side and his pillow from now on. ‘Head to the studio. Thanks for dinner. N’ Thanks for dinner? Is he serious? Thank you for the best night of my life! I feel my cheeks—no, all of my body—heating, remembering the memories of last night. Holy moly, Batman! Nate was … he was … incredible.Sigh. It’s a shame I couldn’t wake up to him beside me but I’m quite sure we’ll have more chances in the future. Right now, he’s focusing on his dream. And I have to support that. Yes, I will be a supportive girlfriend for him. Oh my God. I couldn’t believe I just said that! I did, didn’t I? Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. I’m Nate’s girlfriend. I’m the girlfriend of Nathaniel Moore. Nate is my boyfriend! Double sigh. I really, really, really like the sound of that. Blissfully, I float through the apartment in attempt to prepare myself for work. With mo
Always 23. Bryanna
What do I have to tell my brother? It seems unlikely to confess to Adrian that I forgot our family tradition because of a man. A special one to me, but still … a man. “Ng … I …,” I stutter, “I … I had … something that day,” I stupidly and weakly lie to him.Silence.He knows I’m lying. Of course he knows.“I … I … I forgot.”Another few beats of silence.Another exhale. Shit. He probably has an idea of what—or who—was the thing I had that day. No, he absolutely knows. What the heck am I gonna do? Anxiety courses through my vein. What will he do? Adrian exhales one more time. Maybe he’s trying to calm himself. “Fine,” he says at last. “I’ll be back in the city on Friday. You’d better be home on Sunday, you hear me?” He uses his big brother voice, commanding and terrifying as fuck. It’s making me more nervous. He rarely used it. I quickly promise, “I will.”“Call mom anytime soon. You didn’t hear the sadness in her voice, Bug.”Adrian’s weakness is the women in his life, his family.
Always 24. Bryanna
I’m surprised by the buzz on my hand.Yeah, good girlfriends don’t cling to their boyfriends, they clings to their phones. How about that? My heart deflates after seeing Adrian’s name on the screen for the millionth time since Thursday. He called, he texted, constantly, just to remind me of our family Sunday dinner that I missed once. Once! For God’s sake, just once!Ugh! This is NOT the perks of having a perfectionist and bordering control freak sibling. And this is sooo freaking exasperating. I’m not stupid. And I am not planning on repeating my mistake again. He just have to trust me, that asshole brother of mine.Adrian : *I’m on my way home. You need a ride?* Do I want to sacrifice myself and jump into a pool full of hungry man eating piranhas? Was my first time sex experience satisfying? Am I gonna trap myself in a car with him? The answer to all those questions is no, no and hard freaking NO! Screw him. I don’t want to ride with him right now. Bryanna : *Nope.*Adrian : *O
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