Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)

by B.K. Borison

Slowly and carefully and then all at once.

Oh, you owe John Green a check

“I know you’re not ready right now, and that’s okay. I’ll be—I’ll keep coming here. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. You let me know when.”

“I say that the way you smiled in the front seat of your car that very first night made me think I could love you, just a little bit.” All the air eases out of my lungs in a slow choppy breath. “Just a little bit, huh?” “Hawaiian shirt notwithstanding.”