“Love is not the absence of logic
but logic examined and recalculated
heated and curved to fit
inside the contours of the heart”
“A word of advice, though. This won’t be the last time you have to deal with something in life that throws you off your game. In future courses, as well as in the real world–such as it is–professors and employers won’t always be accommodating. We all have to–what’s my daughter’s terminology–suck it up and deal?”
“Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared.
Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you’re late.
Lucas: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ”
“sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter.”
“No matter what happened to any individual person, life was going on elsewhere. The first time Kennedy kissed me, it stood to reason that at the same time, other people were splitting up. And the night Kennedy broke my heart, somewhere–maybe right there in my dorm, other people were falling in love.”
“Damn Kennedy. Damn him, damn him. It would serve him right to see me with someone like Lucas. Someone so different, but equally hot. More so, if I started calculating details.” “Minus my relationship with Kennedy, I had no automatic invitation to Greek Parties or events, though Chaz and Erin could invite me to some stuff since I fell under the heading of acceptable things to bring to any party: alcohol and girls.Awesome. I’d gone from independent girlfriend to party paraphernalia.”
“I’d always disparaged the games people played in pursuit of love–or the next hook up. The whole thing was a competition to see who could get how far, and I could never figure out if there was more luck or skill involved, or some unknowable combination of the two. People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.”
“You’re full of contradictions, Ms. Wallace.”
I looked up at him and arched a brow. “I’m a girl. That’s part of the job description, Mr. Maxfield.”
“He stuck the pencil over his ear, looking unconvinced. “Mmm. What position would you be the most comfortable for you?”
I couldn’t say aloud the answers that popped into my head at that question, but the flush that spread across my face like wildfire gave me away. He caught his lower lip in his teeth, and I was sure it was to contain a laugh. Most comfortable position? What about with my head stuck under a pillow?”
“I’m going to arrange you, if that’s okay?”
I swallowed. “Uh… sure.” My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn’t how you want me positioned?”
“Unfortunately, the coughing drew her attention. “Are you dying or something?” she asked, affecting a perfect sneer as I shook my head. “Well, hacking up a lung out in public isn’t all that attractive–just sayin’.”
My face flamed, but then Benji leaned up and spoke around me. “Um, giving half the class an exhaustive summary every Monday morning–in lurid detail–of how much of an alcoholic skank you are? Isn’t all that attractive either. Just sayin’.”
“The night we met-I’m not like that guy.” His jaw was rigid.
“I know tha-” He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening.
“So I don’t want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.”
“He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.”
“His earlier hesitation gone, he removed the last scraps of fabric we were wearing, fixed the condom in place, kissed me fiercely and rocked into me.
Had this been Kennedy, it would have been over in a few minutes.
My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh… so this is what all the fuss is about.”
“His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. “There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.”
“His breath in my ear, he ran his tongue along the curved edge, sucking the fleshy lobe and my small diamond stud into his mouth, and my eyes drifted closed while I babbled a weak sound of longing.”
“I’m trying to protect you. From myself. I don’t do…” he swung a finger back and forth between us”…this.”
“Please touch me. I need you to touch me.”
“I wanted to tell you that I just–I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous–like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and… everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss–I don’t know how else to say it–I miss both of you.”
“Choosing to be with you, isn’t a difficult decision, Jacqueline…It’s easy. Incredibly easy.”
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