Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)

by B.K. Borison

Why are you settling for crumbs when you deserve the whole damn cake?”

I’ve put in my time with asshole men. There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but most of those fish are bottom dwellers with weird lanterns hanging off the front of their faces. They lure you in and steal your brownies.

You keep showing me pieces of yourself that I want to collect like seashells. I can’t stop thinking about kissing you, and I have no idea how you’d feel about blurring those lines. I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want to get myself in too deep.

“You deserve good things, sweetheart.” He swallows hard, eyes searching mine. “Why can’t you see yourself? Why can’t you see how incredible you are?” “Because,” I say, my voice cracking at the edges. “Because no one else has bothered to.”

She had been pie punch drunk, donut delirious. I helped her into her house, and she clung to my T-shirt like a tiny, persistent little barnacle.

“That’s the trouble with falling in love. It’s a messy, ungraceful stumble into a whirlwind of chaos. It doesn’t always feel good. It’s a fall.”

“You just have to trust that the person you’re falling with is smart enough to catch you before you hurt anything important.”