Page 127 of Butterfly Effect

Her lips brush my knuckles, hands switching position to cup my cheeks. “Guess we’re both fucked up.”

“Basically.”

“Did…did we just become friends?”

My forehead drops to her chin with a snort. “Yep.”

“Oh, no. That’s the worst thing that could’ve happened.”

That’s not the worst thing that could’ve happened. Je veux te donner mon cœur.

“Whoops.”

She brings my attention back to her with a light graze of her thumb over my cheek.

“What do you need, Wade?”

I dock my arms beneath hers, twining my fingers into the lush strands spreading over the pillow.

“I need you to lie here and not make fun of me tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

The room fills with silence, dead except for the tandem rising and falling of our chests.

“Wade?”

“Mm.”

“What did your mom say when we met?”

“When?”

“When I complimented her.”

“Wade, épouse-la!”

“Je pense qu’elle est la seule femme que j’aimerais épouser.” What an admission. “Peut-être un jour elle me laissera.”

Maman hummed. “Est-ce qu’elle t’agace?”

Yeah, she annoyed me more than anyone.

“Même plus que toi.”

“Crétin!”

“She told me to marry you.”

“I like her. She’s funny.”

“Bin oui. It’s where I get it from.”

“You’renotfunny.”

I headbutt her collarbone gently. “Yes, I am. You said so earlier.”

“I was upset. I got caught up in the moment.”

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