...and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me...

And when I don’t feel it, it’s pointless.
Think about getting up it’s pointless.
Think about eating it’s pointless.
Think about dressing it’s pointless.
Think about speaking it’s pointless.
Think about dying only it’s totally
fucking pointless.

If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty.

Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile.

"Skittles?"

"Please."

I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me.

"You know I don't like the green ones?"

Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth.

"The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind."

Deacon popped his head between our seats.

"That's true love right there."

"That it is."

Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden.

If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!

I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.”
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.