"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." -- Marilyn Monroe"NO, Jane, I haven't found anything. He already has everything he says he wants," I sighed.
"I'm telling you, all you need to do is buy more lingerie and put a bow on your stomach," she told me.
I laughed and walked out of the fifth shop empty-handed.
"At this point, I might- Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry! Jane, I gotta go," I gasped, hanging up the phone.
"No, it's totally fine. I just... need a towel or a new shirt," the man said.
I just spilled half of my drink on a stranger. If that isn't more proof of how much of a mess I am, I don't know what is.
My nose scrunched up and I bit my tongue. "I can go run in and get one if you need. I might as well buy something today. Here, you can dry it with my jacket," I offered, holding my jacket out to him.
We actually looked at each other and my eyes slightly widened.
Whoa.
Everyone was excited to have Christian Yelich on the Brewers now, and I've seen a ton of pictures all over my social media, but pictures didn't do him justice.
No. Bad Belle.
What the hell was he doing here, though?
"It's fine. I'm sure I can get something," he said, grabbing the jacket from my hand.
"No! I, uh, I'm sure the guys in there hate me for not buying something, so let me. One like that?" I asked, looking at his soaked shirt. Of course, I bumped into him while he had on a blue shirt and a red drink. Smart move, Belle.
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Romance"He so loves you," Jane scoffed. "I know. I love him too. He's my best friend," I smiled, watching him laugh with the guys. "You're not as smart as I give you credit for," she sighed. "Okay, that's unnecessary," I scoffed. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅�...