that simple, but it's not that easy.”
Never is a girl with a broken soul who doesn't date nice guys and can't seem to go to bed at night without crying herself to sleep. She doesn't need any complications in her life, especially not when they're attached to a man that could be her emotional twin.
Ty McCabe can't stand Never the first time he meets her. He's aware that the feeling's mutual and the two don't think they'll ever see each other again, but when fate takes a hand and puts them both in the wrong place at the wrong time, Ty and Never form a tentative friendship that opens the door on their dark sides and shows them what it's like to live in the light.
Sometimes, the only way to go forward, is to take a few, careful steps back.
1
Rick
is a perfectly nice guy.
But
not for me.
Rick
is the kind of guy you can take home to your family, show off, and
know that at the end of the day, he'll be there for you. I'm not
into guys like Rick. I should be, but I'm not. I think there's
something wrong with me. I need a guy like Rick to put me on the
straight and narrow, to help me stop doing the things I shouldn't be
doing and start doing the things I should.
Right
now, my back is to a wall and I'm kissing the neck of a guy I don't
know. My therapist says it's because I have 'daddy' issues. Like
that's supposed to mean something to me. How can I have daddy issues
when I barely knew the prick? He didn't walk out on me and mom like
my therapist thinks. She thinks that because I've never told her the
truth. My dad died right in front of my eyes, called out my name
seconds before the light went out of his face and left him cold.
That's all I remember about him. Other than that, my mind is a
blank, a series of shadowy pictures without words. They don't make
any fucking sense.
The
guy I'm kissing unbuttons his pants. I think about telling him to
use a condom, but I just don't feel like it. I'm on the pill anyway.
He thrusts into me while I'm watching Rick through a crack in the
door. He's drinking punch, not alcohol, and smiling with big, wide
teeth in a face that's handsome, but not too handsome. Rick's the
kind of guy that your friends compliment you on, tell you he's
gorgeous, but they never try to sleep with him. The ones they really
want, the dangerous ones, the ones with pasts that burn like fire and
melt everything around them … Those are the guys that I
always seem to fall for. The one I'm having sex with right now is
one of those. I don't even know his name.
“ I
love you,” the guy says over and over, and I roll my eyes.
I've heard it before, a hundred times, and I just don't want to hear
it anymore. I pretend to have an orgasm, moaning and groaning and
scratching his back, and all the while, I'm watching Rick. We have a
date tomorrow night that I think I'm going to cancel. I thought
maybe I'd take Rick out, see how chivalrous he really was, but
tonight, he's wearing khaki pants and a red sweater. I don't date
guys like Rick.
The
guy I'm fucking finishes and tells me how great I am. Then he
disappears and I don't see him again, not that night or any other. I
light a cigarette and leave the room before any of the drunken idiots
at the party stumble in and find me there with my panties around my
ankles. I step out of them and stuff them in my pocket, aware that
my skirt is too short and that my ass is hanging out. I just can't
seem to find it in myself to care.
“ Hey,”
Rick says, intercepting me before I can reach the front door. “We
still on for tomorrow night?” He looks me up and down, and I
can see that he's curious about my disheveled appearance, my mussy
hair and my swollen lips, but he doesn't ask about it. I don't think
he even gives it a second thought. Rick doesn't know that girls like
me exist. He's heard about them on TV, maybe even masturbates to
them, but he doesn't really believe that they exist in this world or
any other. I really should keep my date with Rick, go out with
Never is a girl with a broken soul who doesn't date nice guys and can't seem to go to bed at night without crying herself to sleep. She doesn't need any complications in her life, especially not when they're attached to a man that could be her emotional twin.
Ty McCabe can't stand Never the first time he meets her. He's aware that the feeling's mutual and the two don't think they'll ever see each other again, but when fate takes a hand and puts them both in the wrong place at the wrong time, Ty and Never form a tentative friendship that opens the door on their dark sides and shows them what it's like to live in the light.
Sometimes, the only way to go forward, is to take a few, careful steps back.
1
Rick
is a perfectly nice guy.
But
not for me.
Rick
is the kind of guy you can take home to your family, show off, and
know that at the end of the day, he'll be there for you. I'm not
into guys like Rick. I should be, but I'm not. I think there's
something wrong with me. I need a guy like Rick to put me on the
straight and narrow, to help me stop doing the things I shouldn't be
doing and start doing the things I should.
Right
now, my back is to a wall and I'm kissing the neck of a guy I don't
know. My therapist says it's because I have 'daddy' issues. Like
that's supposed to mean something to me. How can I have daddy issues
when I barely knew the prick? He didn't walk out on me and mom like
my therapist thinks. She thinks that because I've never told her the
truth. My dad died right in front of my eyes, called out my name
seconds before the light went out of his face and left him cold.
That's all I remember about him. Other than that, my mind is a
blank, a series of shadowy pictures without words. They don't make
any fucking sense.
The
guy I'm kissing unbuttons his pants. I think about telling him to
use a condom, but I just don't feel like it. I'm on the pill anyway.
He thrusts into me while I'm watching Rick through a crack in the
door. He's drinking punch, not alcohol, and smiling with big, wide
teeth in a face that's handsome, but not too handsome. Rick's the
kind of guy that your friends compliment you on, tell you he's
gorgeous, but they never try to sleep with him. The ones they really
want, the dangerous ones, the ones with pasts that burn like fire and
melt everything around them … Those are the guys that I
always seem to fall for. The one I'm having sex with right now is
one of those. I don't even know his name.
“ I
love you,” the guy says over and over, and I roll my eyes.
I've heard it before, a hundred times, and I just don't want to hear
it anymore. I pretend to have an orgasm, moaning and groaning and
scratching his back, and all the while, I'm watching Rick. We have a
date tomorrow night that I think I'm going to cancel. I thought
maybe I'd take Rick out, see how chivalrous he really was, but
tonight, he's wearing khaki pants and a red sweater. I don't date
guys like Rick.
The
guy I'm fucking finishes and tells me how great I am. Then he
disappears and I don't see him again, not that night or any other. I
light a cigarette and leave the room before any of the drunken idiots
at the party stumble in and find me there with my panties around my
ankles. I step out of them and stuff them in my pocket, aware that
my skirt is too short and that my ass is hanging out. I just can't
seem to find it in myself to care.
“ Hey,”
Rick says, intercepting me before I can reach the front door. “We
still on for tomorrow night?” He looks me up and down, and I
can see that he's curious about my disheveled appearance, my mussy
hair and my swollen lips, but he doesn't ask about it. I don't think
he even gives it a second thought. Rick doesn't know that girls like
me exist. He's heard about them on TV, maybe even masturbates to
them, but he doesn't really believe that they exist in this world or
any other. I really should keep my date with Rick, go out with
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