Lip Gallagher’s extensive love life isn’t a secret. Everyone who’s so much as heard his name at least knows that he is anything but single. Always.

Your love life is less extensive. Only two past boyfriends, if you could even call them that. That was why it was a shock when Lip had approached you. I mean, everyone knows his type. You didn’t exactly fit into that list.

Didn’t matter.

Nobody on the outside truly knows what Lip was like, how soft he could really be. And when it comes to you? Christ.

He never pushes you on anything, listened when you wanted about whatever minuscule thing had been the last straw on your day. He always makes sure you’re safe when you go out, offers to fight anyone who looks at you wrong. And honestly, you keep him going. The way you smile when he tells the same, stupid stories from high school? That makes it all worth it.

He found the notebook you keep under your bed. The one where you write down every guy you’ve been with and everything you’ve done. He took up the most space across the pages. You didn’t just write one-offs about what you’ve done with him, no. He gets full-on paragraphs. He truly made you feel like no one else ever had. He felt the same way about you.

He’s had a long list of lovers, but none of them matter to him. Except you.

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“Hey,” He spoke softly, his arm around you going slightly numb from your weight on him. Not like he cared, though. He’d take all the time in bed with you that he could get. “I, uh- I found your notebook.”