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But you can call me Rosie, I continued. Everyone does. You can, too. If you want, of course. But Rosalyn is also fine. But then we got to hear all his thoughts about how he thought he didn’t think he deserved Rosie because he was ‘broken’. When I tell you my heart broke for him. I was heartbroken. How could he think that? He was perfect. Doing all this for Rosie, all while keeping a smile on your face? I love him. If you didn’t already know bahaha.

You are an overbearing pup dad. Do you know that? Taco is perfectly ne under my care.” There was movement on her side, the image blurring for a couple seconds. Then, a familiar snout appeared on the screen. “¡Hola, chico!” I told my best bud, barely keeping the emotion o my voice. “¿Estás siendo un buen chico?” Taco tilted his head at the sound of my voice, then a whimper came from the phone. My eyelids fell shut. As if my brain was trying to at least spare me the sight of the mess I had made.

I’m sorry,” I blurted out, unable to stop the two words from coming out. Because I was sorry. “I’m just making sure that—” My hands. They were around his upper arms in a death grip. Around what I now realized were very firm upper arms. Lined with muscles. Hard ones. Flexed ones.

Intruder spoke before the dispatcher could, I’m standing in the hallway. How have I broken in? I didn’t even make it inside. i just... it all felt so basic. there’s just no subtly. Lucas drops a compliment or sexual innuendo about Rosie every few sentences. and Rosie, every damn time, is like “OH super weird! it sounds like he’s flirting!? like he likes me?! impossible”. and originally, it was understandable with the type of person Rosie is, and i sympathised because ive always been really bad at knowing when someone flirts with me. but ffs, by the tenth compliment that was dropped in the span of a chapter, i couldn’t bare it any longer. Lucas’s brows drew together, and I felt the tips of my ears grow even warmer. My face was probably flashing red, too.

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Like how I knew Lucas actually loved pineapple on pizza just because it was still food—something I’d never understand. Or how I also knew that he had gotten that tiny scar on his chin by tripping over the leash of Taco—his beautiful Belgian shepherd—and falling on his face. Or how I had learned that he prefers sunrises over sunsets. I could hear that, you know? Intruder said. The phone, then the bang, then the phone again. A pause. Are you… okay?