Charade

Everything’s not always black and white, Princess. Sometimes we have to do shit because there’s not another choice. Maybe you should think about that before you snub your nose at me.

Don’t cry, Princess. You know what they say. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you meet your prince.

Colt lies on my bed and pulls me down behind him. I expect him to go for my clothes, but instead he kisses me again. “Blanket.” I mutter, between kisses. “If you’re cold I’m doing something wrong.

I'm a prick half the time, but you make me better. You make me happy. I don’t want to lose you. I love you. I don’t want to lose you.

I'm fucking good at this boyfriend shit. Who would have thought?

This isn’t a fucking game anymore. No charades here. I don’t know exactly what to call it, but whatever it is, it’s ours. I’m going to latch onto it. And never let go.

But when he smiles? Really smiles, it’s perfect. Like toothpaste commercial, boy-next-door beauty that makes it really hard to be pissed at him.

Just know that you can. I won’t tell. I might not be able to do much for you, but I’ll hold your secrets.

I thought this was a game,” I remind him. “Not anymore and you know it. Everything else in my life is all fucked up. This is the only thing that’s real.

You don't have to do it on your own. Let me take some of the weight, baby." But he has so much already. "You have your own problems." "We'll share each others.

It's easier to hide in the dark...but easier to let go too.

The cup is half full, sunshine and flowers and I try to act like I agree, but really I’m pissed someone dumped out half of my drink.

I’m tired of running … This is the only thing that’s real. Don’t run from me, Tiny Dancer.

My face is in his neck and I think if I was going to cry, this would be the perfect place to do it

Tomorrow… don’t remind me I said this. I won’t want to talk about it, but tonight… keep me safe.

Words are so ridiculous sometimes. They don't really mean anything, but they're all I have.

Pity isn't the only thing I don't do. Princesses are high on my lists too.

A laugh jumps out of my mouth, surprising me. I can’t even remember the last time I laughed and it puts me on edge. I suddenly want to do the same thing to her. Let her see how it feels to teeter on that cliff.

I feel like a dick for being an ass.

I don’t know how in the fuck we got here, but somehow this game is more real than anything else. And I want it. I fucking want it.

Is it crazy that I’m proud of her for standing up to me at the same time that I’m pissed at her?

When we pull away we’re both breathing hard, but I don’t think she’s thinking about her aunt or her mom anymore. “Damn I’m good.

She loves him the way a mother should love their child. Thoroughly. Completely. To her, he's the most important person in the world and I'm so very happy they have that.

We can't always control what we don't like, Tiny Dancer.

There’s no talking. No laughing. Nothing but eager hands and sad eyes.

I squeeze my eyes shut as though that will somehow make it go away, but I know it won’t. It happened and there’s no changing it. No changing any of the things that happen to us. All there is to do is move on. Starting now.

I grab her arms and pull her toward me. Now she has her arms wrapped around my waist and we’re chest to chest. She’s laughing and I almost want to laugh with her. For a second it feels real and okay. The knot in my gut loosens and I’m not scared to breathe.

you're just pissed you liked it

You guys think you fooled me in the beginning,” she rasps. “You were only fooling yourself.

Yo podría no ser capaz de hacer mucho por ti, pero yo voy a guardar tus secretos.