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Authors: Jillian Dodd

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Love Me

BOOK: Love Me
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Table Of Contents


Title page

Copyright page


Author's note.

Monday, October 17th

Tuesday, October 18th

Wednesday, October 19th

Thursday, October 20th

Friday, October 21st

Saturday, October 22nd

Sunday, October 23rd

Monday, October 24th

Tuesday, October 25th

Wednesday, October 26th

Thursday, October 27th

Friday, October 28th

Saturday, October 29th

Sunday, October 30th

Monday, October 31st

Tuesday, November 1st

Wednesday, November 2nd

Thursday, November 3rd

Friday, November 4th

Saturday, November 5th

Sunday, November 6th

Monday, November 7th

Tuesday, November 8th

Wednesday, November 9th

Thursday, November 10th

Friday, November 11th

Saturday, November 12th

Sunday, November 13th

Tuesday, November 15th

Wednesday, November 16th

Thursday, November 17th

Friday, November 18th

Saturday, November 19th

Sunday, November 20th

Monday, November 21st

Tuesday, November 22nd

Wednesday, November 23rd

Author's Note

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About the Author


Jillian Dodd






The Keatyn Chronicles

Book four.







Bandit Publishing




Copyright 2013 by Jillian Dodd




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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 







Bandit Publishing

Flower Mound, TX



Edited by Rebecca Peters-Golden 

Cover by Okay Creations


ISBN: 978-0-9892109-4-2





This book is for 












This book series is similar to a television series in that there is no recap of what happened earlier. 

This book starts the day the last one finished. 


If you haven’t read the first three books, you probably won’t know what’s going on. 


to read book one: Stalk Me.

to read book two: Kiss Me.

to read book three: Date Me.




When we last saw Keatyn, she was lying in bed and Katie told her to open her eyes. Below are the last few lines of
Date Me


Our entire ceiling is covered with hundreds of little glow-in-the-dark stars. 

“They’re beautiful,” I tell Katie. “When did you find time to do that?”

“I didn’t do it. That’s why I asked if you did it.”

“I didn’t do it,” I say again.

“Who do you think did?” 

“I have no idea. Unless it was Annie. Is that why she was so adamant that we come to her room tonight? Is she trying to cheer us up?”

“Could be. But she was with us the whole time.”

My mind drifts to Aiden handing me a little star today in French. Me getting mad at him and tossing it back. 

Then tonight. The cake. The peace offering. 

Could Aiden have done this?

But that doesn’t make sense. 

They were for the dream girl. 

But in class he said something about my sisters liking them. About how they reminded me of home. Was he just trying to get rid of them?

"I think I might know,” I whisper to Katie.

I grab my phone from my bedside table and call Aiden.  

“Hey, Boots, what's up?” he says, in his smooth delicious voice. “Get it? What’s up?”

“Aiden, did you . . .” 

He doesn't let me finish. “The answer to your question is yes. I did put stars all over your ceiling.”

“They’re beautiful. But I don’t understand why you did it.”

“I did it because I think it’s time you finally knew that the stars were always for you. Always. Only. Ever. For you.”





Monday, October 17th

Lie here and swoon.



“But why?” Tell me, Aiden. Tell me that you fell head over heels in love with me when I kicked a soccer ball at your head. Tell me that when we kiss it feels like I'm kissing your soul. Tell me that your heart beats for me. Tell me that I was made for you. 

“I just thought you should know that
were the person I wanted to ask to Homecoming.”

“But then why did you tell Riley what Whitney did? Why did you help keep Dawson and me together?”

“Because I don’t like to see you hurt. And, honestly, I didn’t think he’d come back right away.”

“I cut my knee.”

“I know you did.”

“I thought they were for someone else.”

“I know that too.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Once Dawson asked you, it was like
you were dating, then
you were saying I love you. What was I supposed to do at that point? But I think it’s for the best that it worked out this way because I feel like I’ve gotten to know you better. I'm glad were getting to be friends.”

Friends? Friends?! FRIENDS!? 

I don't want to be his freaking friend. I don't even like him that much. 

Shit. But still.

“It was sweet, Aiden. Whatever your reasons.”

“It's not all sweet. Every night when you go to sleep, I know you’ll see the stars and think of me. Sweet dreams, Boots.”


I end the call and look at my ceiling, remembering how sick I felt when I thought they were for someone else. How perfect it would’ve been. How he had touched my pinkie. How just his touch causes me to react in a way I've never experienced. How I would’ve said yes, then rolled to face him, and kissed him.  

Maybe I would have even given that boy some tongue. 

I want to lie here and swoon, but . . .

I sit up and flip on my lamp. "Katie?”

"So, Aiden did it?" 

"Yeah." I tell her about the stars. About all that happened. About how I was wrong. “But there's something else."


"He told me he's glad we're becoming friends."

She frowns. “Friends? He wants to be your

“I don’t know. Do you think I was just friend-zoned?”

“Do you really think he'd put up all these stars for
a friend?”

“Um, I don't know for sure.”

“Turn your light back off. They’re pretty,” she says sleepily.

“Yeah, they are.”

I lie down and wait for them to start glowing again. 

And I keep reminding myself.

They are just stars.

They don't mean he loves you. They mean he was going to ask you to Homecoming. As a friend.

My mind goes to the dream girl.

I so wish I was the dream girl.

But I’m not. He said
. He wants peace and friendship. 

He doesn't love you. 

It can't happen. 

You have to be smart. 

But as the stars start to glow across my ceiling, I can’t help but lie here and wish he'd put up a moon. 





Tuesday, October 18th

The mark of true love.



My phone vibrates with a text from Grandpa. I can picture him sitting at his desk, overlooking the rosebushes in his back yard. 

But wait. Grandpa always emails me. When did he learn to text?


Grandpa:  To answer your question about the difference between love and true love, I have a simple answer. True love leaves a mark. Sometimes with a frying pan. LOL


And when did he learn what LOL is?


Me:  Grandpa, this is serious! Ask Grandma if you don’t know. And HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?? You’ve been married to the same woman for 39 years!!!


Grandpa:  True love is a crapshoot. Sometimes you get lucky and hit the jackpot. Sometimes you’re left wallowing drunk and broke.


Me:  You are not much help.


But as I’m walking to class, I’m thinking about Grandpa’s message and wondering if true love
leave a mark. Like the way Aiden’s kiss seared my skin that very first time he kissed me. Is that what it was? The mark of true love. Some sort of invisible hickey?

Speaking of hickeys.

Riley’s neck is covered with them.

“What? Did you get in a fight with a vacuum cleaner last night and lose?” I ask him.

He flips his collar up against his neck. “You know what they say,
True love leaves a mark

“My Grandpa just told me the same thing. That’s so weird you’d say that. But somehow I don’t think that’s what the great philosophers had in mind.”

“Philosophers said that? That’s funny. I always thought it was something my dad made up.” He grins naughtily at me. “You should see my chest. She wrote her name in hickeys.”

I laugh. “I take it you and Ariela are back together? Did you sleep with her?”

“Naw, we’re having too much fun doing other stuff right now.”


His words burn in my brain.
We’re having too much fun doing other stuff.
That’s what I missed with Dawson. I’ve never sucked on his neck long enough to give him even one hickey. Let alone written my name on his chest. I went way too fast with him. And I think because I did, we can’t really start over. I can’t take it back.

I feel like I should make a public service announcement over the loud speaker in school.

Note to all you daters out there:

Enjoy making out for hours.

Enjoy the way his lips feel on yours. 

Enjoy embarrassing him with hickeys.

Enjoy holding his hand.

Enjoy the way he says your name when he tells you goodnight.

Enjoy when he shows up to walk you to your next class.

Enjoy how he licks hot fudge off your face.

Enjoy staring at the stars with him.

Enjoy feeling crazy in love.

Like you will die if you don’t see him.

Like you will die if you have to stop kissing him.

Enjoy letting him romance you.

Revel in the slow pace. 

Let your relationship build. 

fall in love.

If only I could actually do that myself. I think of Aiden’s sex survey. Since I broke up with Sander, all of my relationships have happened really fast. 

My mind flits to my mom saying,
You need to love yourself. 

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