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Avery, no offense, but I don’t give a fuck about your friend. I’m hitting on you. Am I not being clear enough?

Apologizing about your body is ridiculous. Please don’t ever do that for me or for anyone else, okay?

Men need to be more careful with the women they love.” He tilts his head, his expression full of pity. “They have no idea the damage they can do.

But confidence starts with you. A man is going to treat you how you treat yourself. So please, for the love of God, act like a fucking queen.

Men need to be more careful with the women they love.

If a man doesn’t give, he doesn’t get. End of story. Don’t waste your time on selfish assholes.

You should be earned every day of your life. Don’t ever let any man make you question that.

But the problem with very long-term friendships is that sometimes you’ve excused the bad behavior for so long, you almost don’t recognize it.

I want some peace and quiet. I want to not pick at the wound while it’s so fresh. I want to stop feeling so broken, weak, and insecure. I want an overpriced fancy coffee.

What good is it if you and every other man on this planet calls me pretty if I don’t believe it? Even more terrifying, what good is it if my entire worth is wrapped up in a man’s opinion of me?

I like for the phone to ring so he knows I’m here…just out of reach.

I technically did ask a question, but here’s how the next five minutes are going to go. You’re not going to speak. I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to strip you down and point out all the things I love about your body. For five minutes, you are going to just enjoy a man, who you think fucks like a porn star, worshiping you. How’s that sound?

I’m more of a beer kind of girl.

And you are so beautiful, Queen.” I love when he calls me that.

Hold on to him tight, honey. When a man calls you a queen every day, hold on damn tight.

Men want to see her naked, but they don’t care about her name or what she does for a living. It’s crass, and it gets to her more than she admits. Her entire identity is wrapped up in how she looks, and it’s not fair.

So be a queen, baby.

I want that man to wear me like a condom that’s one size too small and let me choke the life out of his dick.

And I don’t know where to start.” “How about with the fact that this Mason guy sounds like a little bitch.

confidence starts with you. A man is going to treat you how you treat yourself. So please, for the love of God, act like a fucking queen.

Finn looks right into my eyes and says, “If a man doesn’t give, he doesn’t get. End of story. Don’t waste your time on selfish assholes.

And just so you know,” he says before he licks my inner thigh half an inch away from my center. “This is my pleasure to do, Queen.

Spread your legs, Avery. I’ve been a gentleman all night. It’s time for my reward.

Promise me, right now, you'll walk away from any man who doesn't make your happiness a priority.

I’m terrified for the rest of my life, every time I look in the mirror, I’m just going to hate what I see.

You are the perfect woman in every single way…” He ducks his head, ashamed. “Except the way that matters to me the most. I tried to get past it. You were always on the cusp of being beautiful, but then the business started and I handled my stress by working out and you handled it by…” Eating. It’s the word he wants to say. But while he already dug his grave, I don’t think he’s dumb enough to crawl into the open casket.

This is my pleasure to do, Queen.

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For you, however, I hope the anchor of shame, guilt, and loneliness drags you to the bottom of the ocean so you can drown in how pathetic you are.

here we are, four years later, and I don’t know who I am. I just know who Mason wanted me to be. And spoiler alert—being exactly who he said he wanted still wasn’t enough to keep him.

Losing your best friend is like taking off a security blanket and feeling a chill. At first it’s uncomfortable, but soon after, you realize you were burning up the entire time. The cold becomes welcome.

This one is for every single woman who feels less than, and is battling insecurity… It’s time to pick up your crown, Queen. Look in the mirror. You’ve been royalty all this time. Act like it.

I’ve been a people pleaser since the day I was born. Ask my mom. She said even as an infant I wouldn’t cry if I was hungry or wet. I came out of the womb trying not to bother anybody.

Yes, he was an idiot. Lesson number…whatever number we’re on. Don’t ever forgive him for being in the presence of royalty and refusing to bow. You’re sexy, smart, kind, and loyal. You should be earned every day of your life. Don’t ever let any man make you question that.

It also comes from the humiliation of asking to try things and being told no one too many times,” she finally says, her voice cracking. “Rejection is one of those things that sticks with you.

I chose to step back. I chose to be told how I should feel about myself. I chose to love everyone else more than I loved myself.

Mmm,” she says. “Much better.” “What?” I ask against her lips. “Nothing.” She pulls away to give me a small smile. “Your lips are starting to feel like home.” “Mm,” I moan. I couldn’t have said it better myself. “Well, come home, then, Queen.

Enjoy my last few days of what?” “Being single. Because the minute you get home, I’m making you mine officially. No more gray area. No more questions about what we’re doing. And definitely no more kissing other people.

You’ve got no one left to lose.

She loves a competition that she knows she can win.

But he wanted a skank, too, didn’t he? And I couldn’t be that, so you were happy to step in.

Yes, you do, Finn. You’ve always been good to me, and I know I didn’t appreciate it at the time.” She reaches over the kitchen island separating us. The gold bangles on her hand jingle as she holds out her hand. But I don’t take it. “What I mean is I deserve better.

Things with you and Avery are going to fizzle out, Finn,” Nora says with a new tone. “You freaked her out.

I can wait until things settle down, after summer so you and Avery can have a clean break, and then we can pick up where we left off.

Uh, okay,” I sass. This man is fucking crazy if he’s inviting me to run eight miles with him. “Have a good run.

You’re sexy, smart, kind, and loyal. You should be earned every day of your life. Don’t ever let any man make you question that.

good girl.

For fuck’s sake, he smells amazing.

You should. Have sex with someone new. I certainly plan to.

So I proceed to put this bitch in her place.

Oh, hell. I think I really like her. Fuck.

No. I was Googling how to spell hippopotamus. To be honest, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I could spell it forward, let alone backward.

I think too often we tolerate bad behavior from those closest to us because of that age-old saying: you hurt the ones you love. It’s time to change that narrative.

He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. You know how once you’ve tasted real New York–style pizza, you can’t go back to cheap delivery?” “Eh, I’m more of a Chicago deep-dish kind of girl.” For a moment, he’s distracted as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Deep dish? What the fu—okay, we’ll come back to that.

Friendships don’t have to end. They aren’t exclusive. I was always taught to keep the old and make the new. The dynamics can change. You can go from talking daily to yearly. Sometimes friends can drift apart and then snap back together. They need each other in different ways at different stages of their lives. Love doesn’t have to fade due to distance. Friendships can endure…

The only flaw to Finn’s grand romantic gesture with this room is that I have no change of clothes. There are complimentary toiletries—makeup wipes and a disposable toothbrush—but I’m forced to put back on my thong and uncomfortable strapless bra from earlier this evening. Finn probably wasn’t worried about it, assuming we’d be naked all night.