The Best Of Me Novels & Stories

she said and we both bursted into laughter. " I love you bestie!" I replied chuckling as I drew her close to me expecting her to say she knows and she didn't dissapoint . " Of course you do " she said and we both laughed. ************* Few days later........ Thankfully the whole week went well at work and even at home ,after the day they packed in I haven't set my eyes on the two of them . And that's a huge relief ! I dished the food I prepared on a tray and I sat carefully on my bed to eat and watch movies

“At least not immediately, please!” “So I can fuck anyone the day after—.” “What the hell! Am I really that bad?” I sobbed hard. “You just told me that I’m goddamn good! Am I not your best? You don’t like it—?!” He swooped down for my lips. I tried to push him away but it only made his tongue and his cock dive deeper; and a new moan of rapture silenced my struggles. “You’re the best,” he exhaled against my lips, “I swear.”

“That’s me when I’m not all hung up on my insecurities. Probably me at my best...” “Well, sweetness, your best is pretty fucking awesome.”

My chest tightens. “Me too.” He runs his hand through his hair. “He trusted me,” he says quietly. I nod. “He gave you his car.” Grayson exhales shakily. “I don’t want to fail him.” “You won’t.” He looks at me. “You don’t know that.” I step closer. “Yes, I do.” He searches my face. “You’re the best man I know.” His eyes soften. “And you,” he whispers, “are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Let her see him. “You eat it?” Lily asked, her voice muffled by the screen. “I am,” he said, his voice softening to a tone Aria hadn’t heard in years. It was the voice he used in private, in the dark. “It’s the best oatmeal I’ve ever had.” Lily considered this. She pushed the screen door open with a small hand. It creaked. She took one step onto the porch, her bare feet on the warm wood. She looked at her mother, a question in her eyes.

Alexis. “I’m the best friend, babe. Don’t make me call a group chat with the Dons and ask them myself.”She said. I gave her a look. “Yea, you would.”I retorted. “Damn right I can. Now rank 'em.”She ordered. “Okay …“Honestly? I don’t even know who was the best. They were all super duper perfect at what they did. It’s like they mastered the art of Kama Sutra.”I tilted my head thoughtfully.

“Exactly, we’ve not started, and I am looking forward to coming back, every memory we are yet to share already has me excited. I won’t miss them for anything.” Letting out an exhale, the heaviness in my chest doesn’t let up, no matter how I try, it’s still there. But I have to trust him, he’s the second best after all. “As the best student, I am giving you an order, you better not let a tenth best you.” That draws a laugh out of him, and seeing him laugh relieves the heaviness in my chest by a bit, not much but his beautiful smile is enough to dull my worries.

But I was also something else—something bolder, something that only Todd brought out in me. ME: No, . ME: But I want to try. Is that okay? BESTIE: Okay? BESTIE: Baby, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard.

Frank Hudson's voice trembled with excitement over the phone. "Lindy, are you serious? Has your mother's situation been resolved? And that man—" "My mom has passed away," Lindsey cut him off. "And that man is useless now." There was a pause on the other end. Then, Frank spoke in a gentle tone, "Lindy, I don't know what happened to you in the past five years, but the most painful moments are often the periods when we have the most growth. Your life is just beginning."

Oliver asked, waving his card in their faces. Matthew plucked the card from Damian’s hands. “Thanks. We’ll get this back to you as soon as we’re done with it.” “And remember that I get sent a bank statement at the end of each month of what exactly my money was spent on. So I should only see boring charges on my card: like cake pops and macaroons.” Damian said. “Essentially, buy what you like. But everything should be age-appropriate since Oliver’s such a killjoy.” Oliver rolled his eyes. “Me not wanting a group of fourteen-year-olds to not go a bar is not me being a killjoy. That’s me being responsible. You should try it sometime.”