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343 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 18, 2016
"We romance readers can be very hard on our heroines. We often see ourselves in those roles and compare their decisions to the decisions we would've made instead. We tend to judge them more harshly than we do the heroes, because we hold them to the same expectation we hold ourselves."
listen loud and clear, you stupid cunt. I’m done talking to you, and I’m done looking at you.
you kinda taste like shitcause that's how win people over. How cute.
He reaches for something, and then my scissors from my desk is pointing at my face. I freeze, staring at the tip.
"Longing, because I miss her. I miss talking to her as me.
Lust greater than I've ever known, because we're like this, it's the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it's a need that's in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes."
↳ Misha Lare (H) and Ryen Trevarrow (h) have been pen pals since they were 4th grade and has been exchanging letters for 7 years until suddenly, after they unknowingly meet each other (Misha knowing what Ryen looks like while Ryen doesn't know what he looks like), he stops writing her.
three months later, Misha goes to Ryen's school to solve unfinished business but he also gets to see who Ryen really is. she's not the dorky, nerdy girl he knows from the letters. she's the popular, mean girl bully.
"My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making."
"She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream."
We were perfect together. Until we met.”
He’s a jerk whose only kick in life is to make mine miserable.
We’re all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.”
I want everything about you, Ryen, and I know you want me.” Her body shakes a little, and I lean in, kissing her on the cheek. “But I love the way you lie.”
I miss you every day, I write. You’re my favorite place.
You’re not alone. It gets better. You are important, and you can’t be replaced. Hang on.