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368 pages, Hardcover
First published April 15, 2025
“I know you meant that as an-Warner is in his my wife era and I am NOT handling it.😭 You’d think I’d be used to this man’s perfection by now, but nope—he’s out here being the perfect husband, soon-to-be dad, and I’m just over here like take me too, pls. Juliette, you lucky bitch! WARNER STILL GETS PANIC ATTACKS OVER JULIETTE🫠🫶 When you know, you know� ▶•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|� 1:00
insult, so consider yourself lucky I like you enough not to murder you for
disrespecting my wife.”�
“You think I’m more handsome
than you? Smarter than you? Taller than you?�
Warner sits up in his chair, his eyes flashing.-lmao!
"Juliette spoiled you."
"You spoiled me."
"Shut up."🤭
“One last thing, James.�
“W?�
“Don’t touch her. Unless it’s to kill her.�
“Excuse me?�
Kenji: “Oh shit, twist! this is better than the movie night interesting🍿
“Do I get to meet her?�
“No,� everyone shouts at the same time.
Juliette shrinks back, surprised.
“I’m sorry,� Warner says instantly. He blanches. “Forgive me, love. I didn’t mean to shout at you.�
Kenji ignores this, adding, “Warner loves me, too,� around a bite of popcorn. “Sometimes it’s a little too much, you know? It’s always Oh my God, Kenji, you’re amazing, you’re my best friend, don’t tell Juliette but I love you the most—�
“How is it that every time you speak,� Warner cuts him off, “you have food in your mouth?�
“Warner rarely let me out of his sight. He tucked me under his wing, teaching me and training me. Rebuilding me. And by virtue of living in his home I’ve seen glimpses of him most people wouldn’t believe possible. Softer versions of him; laughing versions of him. Loving versions of him.�
“I’m sorry,� Warner says instantly. He blanches. “Forgive me, love. I didn’t mean to shout at you.�
She softens, beaming at him like he’s some kind of baby animal. Sometimes I think she sees Warner in a way literally no one else does. She seems to think he has no thorns at all.
“This man lives to worry about you. It’s his favorite thing to do. Between worrying about you and talking about you and frolicking through fields aggressively shouting your name at wildlife, I’m surprised the man has any time left to fuck with the world.�
“Oh my God,� he says, appearing and disappearing, his invisibility glitching. “I think I’m dying. Did she get more beautiful? How did she get more beautiful?�