“It does?” Okay, when I’d asked that question, I didn’t think it all the way through. “It also makes giving head more interesting.” “Same thing for dudes, just different location.” Well that’s something I’ve never considered. “Nipple for me, dick for the guy I’m with.” “Would you rather,” I start, “nipple piercing or dick piercing?” Things this afternoon have almost been back to normal, and I didn’t realize exactly how empty I was until now. Tripp’s suggestion for us to go out was genius, and now, as we wait in line for Rump, I can finally relax. It’s impossible to be down or confused when you’re full of margaritas and tacos. This PR nightmare could lose me the only person I’ve ever loved. Not only does it have team management breathing down my neck, but it puts a strain on my friendship with Tripp. Marriage? Hard pass.Īccording to ex-girlfriends, that makes me “irresponsible.”īut the solution I come up with to get over my fear of commitment might be my dumbest idea yet. I have hockey, and I have my best friend, Tripp. It’s what I’m known for, and usually I don’t let it get to me. They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall. If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately. Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex.

The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it. Marley delved DEEP with them and I can tell she put so much thought and care into making their experiences with drugs and addiction authentic. And oh my gosh she did not disappoint! Frankie and Arlo’s character development was so detailed and deep. REVIEW Unwanted was so much more than I expected, which is funny because I expect greatness from The author at this point. But we were no longer the unwanted foster kids.Īnd I wanted nothing more than him.

Two halves of a whole, Arlo and I were made for each other. But with only one touch, one kiss, I was taken back to where it all started. I didn’t plan on a second chance-fear of history repeating itself making it hard to forgive and even harder to forget. Not only does the pain and hurt of our mistakes linger between us but so do our feelings. So, I did the only thing I could and broke my own heart to save his. Dealing with the aftermath of neglect and abandonment, we grew up side by side and found solace in one another.īut somewhere along the way, Arlo wanted and needed and loved drugs more. BOOK BLURB Two halves of a whole, Arlo Bishop and I were both unwanted kids brought together by the foster system.

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