I feel like any second you're going to figure out what a piece of shit I am and leave me.
Jamie McGuireYou said you're done with me, and I accept that. I'm a different person since I met you. I've changed... for the better. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to do right by you. We were friends first, Pigeon. I will always love you, but if I can't make you happy, it doesn't make much sense for me to try to get you back. I can't imagine being with anyone else, but I'll be happy as long as we're friends.
"You want to be friends?" I asked, the words burning in my mouth.
"I want you to be happy. Whatever that takes.
Don’t flatter yourself. It’s hard not to notice when fifty drunks are chanting your name.
Jamie McGuireTags: drunks
Vegas?" I asked. His brow furrowed, unsure of where I was headed.
"Yeah?"
"Have you thought about going back?" His eyebrows shot up.
"I don't think that's a good idea for me."
"What if we just went for a night?" He looked around the dark room, confused.
"A night?"
"Marry me," I said without hesitation. I was surprised at how quickly and easily the words came. His mouth spread into a broad smile.
"When?" I shrugged.
"We can book a flight tomorrow. It's spring break. I dont't have anything going on tomorrow, do you?"
"I'm callin' your bluff," he said, watching my reaction closely as he was connected. "I need two tickets to vegas, please. Tomorrow. Hmmmm...," he looked at me, waiting for me to change my mind. "Two days, round trip. Whatever you have.
You just asked me to marry you," he said, still waiting for me to admit some kind of trickery.
"I know."
"That was the real deal, you know. I just booked two tickets to Vegas for noon tomorrow. So that means we're getting married tomorrow night."
"Thank you."
His eyes narrowed. "You're going to be Mrs. Maddox when you start classes on Monday."
"Oh," I said, looking around. Travis raised an eyebrow.
"Second thoughts?"
"I'm going to have some serious paperwork to change next week."
He nodded slowly, cautiously hopeful. "You're going to marry me tomorrow?"
I smiled. "Uh huh"
"You're serious?"
"Yep."
"I fucking love you!" He grabbed each side of my face, slamming his lips against mine. "I love you so much, Pigeon," he said, kissing me over and over.
I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring."
"And your tat," she said, a smile in her voice.
I’ve been drinking, all right? Your skin was three inches
from my face, and you’re beautiful, and you smell fucking
awesome when you sweat. I kissed you! I’m sorry! Get over
yourself!”
His excuse made the corners of my mouth turn up.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
He frowned with disgust. “You’re gorgeous and you
know it. What are you smiling about?”
I tried to quell my amusement to no avail. “Nothing.
Let’s go.
When I throw a punch they take it and try to reciprocate. That’s not gonna win a fight.
Jamie McGuireI don’t get hit that often. If they swing, I move. It’s not that hard
Jamie McGuireIf you think I'm happy when you're not around, it's because I'm thinking of you.
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