And now I'm in over my head, trying to flip a house all by myself.
Thanks, HGTV.
I'm not too proud to admit I need some help. Too bad the only one who can help me is the same man I want to throw out this house's second-story window.
Jackson Gamble and I can't be in the same room together for more than a minute without devolving into a sparring match.
Except for that one time…
But enough about that. Jackson's looking for forever, and I don't believe in love, remember?
Get in. Renovate. Get out. Keep my heart firmly in tact.
Because it's much easier to fix up a house than a broken heart.
Full of humor and dripping with delicious tension, Nailed It proves that every heart can be ready for a little rehabilitation, if only you're willing to open it up.
Not many guys could keep up with me or knew how to handle me in general. Part of it was the vibe I worked to put out there. Or, I guess, more what I didn’t put out there.
Yep, I’d conceal don’t feel, because Elsa was a girl after my own heart and she had the right idea. She knew how to keep people away.
I could use a big ice beast some nights at the bar. Since I didn’t have the ability to literally create ice, I went another, similar route.
Way #5: Go ice princess.
Close yourself off emotionally. No one can hurt your feelings when you don’t leave them out there all exposed and vulnerable. Don’t volunteer too many details and don’t ask for too many.
All my ways fed into each other. Closing yourself off emotionally involved control and avoiding attachments, but it was more than that. It was keeping the personal subjects to a minimum. When it came to theory or culture, that was where I liked to go deep.
There was nothing wrong with a little going deep, like, say, asking for what you wanted in the bedroom—just putting that out there—but pillow talk and cuddling after? Nope.
Letting him know that you’re worried about your mother? Your future? Crying in his arms?
Nope, nope—and, you guessed it—nope.
I tried not to think about how badly I’d screwed up Way Number Five when it came to Jackson, because it was in the past. I couldn’t change how much he already knew about my screwed-up relationship with my mother or that, in his arms, I’d actually seen what the cuddling fuss was about. The important thing was that eventually, I threw up my walls and Elsa’d the shit out of the situation.
Yep, I’d conceal don’t feel, because Elsa was a girl after my own heart and she had the right idea. She knew how to keep people away.
I could use a big ice beast some nights at the bar. Since I didn’t have the ability to literally create ice, I went another, similar route.
Way #5: Go ice princess.
Close yourself off emotionally. No one can hurt your feelings when you don’t leave them out there all exposed and vulnerable. Don’t volunteer too many details and don’t ask for too many.
All my ways fed into each other. Closing yourself off emotionally involved control and avoiding attachments, but it was more than that. It was keeping the personal subjects to a minimum. When it came to theory or culture, that was where I liked to go deep.
There was nothing wrong with a little going deep, like, say, asking for what you wanted in the bedroom—just putting that out there—but pillow talk and cuddling after? Nope.
Letting him know that you’re worried about your mother? Your future? Crying in his arms?
Nope, nope—and, you guessed it—nope.
I tried not to think about how badly I’d screwed up Way Number Five when it came to Jackson, because it was in the past. I couldn’t change how much he already knew about my screwed-up relationship with my mother or that, in his arms, I’d actually seen what the cuddling fuss was about. The important thing was that eventually, I threw up my walls and Elsa’d the shit out of the situation.
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