Wait for It

I must have done something fucking awesome in another lifetime to deserve this man.

no one else was as kind or selfless, as giving or as patient, as loving in all the little and the big ways, as he was.

“Just don’t kiss in front of me. That’s gross,” he added with a shudder.
“Your face is gross.”
“Not as gross as yours.”

“Josh, I love you and Louie, and nothing and no one will ever replace you two losers. I swear on my life. I will lie, cheat, and steal for you, and I always, always will.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do, baby. Trust me. I know exactly what I’m doing. You three feel like my family. It isn’t every day you look at your friend and two kids and know this is where you were supposed to be. Do you believe me?”
I didn’t even have to think about the answer. “Yeah, I do.”

“I love the way you kiss,” he whispered when he drew his mouth away from mine just an inch.
I said it. I told him. “I like everything about you.”

I smiled at him, trying to tell him with my eyes that I wanted him to love me back. To kiss me again. To tell me what he wanted from me.

“Look, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’m a grown woman. I can take care of myself.”
“Maybe you can take care of yourself, but have you thought for one single fucking second that maybe somebody else might want to take care of you too?” he growled.

He smiled and I turned into a puddle of goo, but by some miracle, I managed not to get all moony-eyed over him. That was the plan at least.

“I’d like an apology,” the woman, who had gotten me suspended and made me cry, added quickly.
I stared at her long face. “For what?”
“From Josh, for being so rude.”
My hand started moving around the outside of my purse, trying to find the inner compartment when Louie suddenly yelled, “Mr. Dallas, don’t let her get her pepper spray!”
The fuck?