He's Right But He Shouldn't Say It Novels & Stories

"You shouldn't say sucks, Riles. It's not a nice word." Under my breath though? I add an I agree.

“And I’m not done.” I looked away, trying to catch my breath. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” “Why?” he asked. “Because it’s wrong?” “Because I’ll believe you.” He leaned down, lips brushing mine one last time. “You should.”

What right does he have to even talk in front of him? ‘He should be kneeling at the very least!’

He cheated on me, so he did not have the right to say a word. “I will, and you should also be careful.”

Recognition. “Neither am I,” he said.

“It’s okay.” No, it wasn't. He was fucked.

I looked up. "You are special," he said. "You are worth remembering. Every single thing about you is worth paying attention to, and I need you to hear that not because I'm saying it but because it is true and has always been true and some man's inability to see it was his failure. Not yours." I pressed my lips together.

he said. “I didn’t say there’d be a next time.” “You didn’t say there wouldn’t.”

he said, his voice rough. "Yes. You should have."

he said, having a rest back on his chair. Wait, what? This can't be right. RIGHT?