Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)

by B.K. Borison

I can never seem to figure out the right thing to say at exactly the right time. I overthink and then overcompensate for overthinking and then overthink myself overcompensating. It’s a vicious cycle.

I like the praise, I think. I’d like to hear all of the good things I’m making him feel.

Maybe our portrayed rivalry isn’t as fierce as I thought. Perhaps I should bodycheck her into the jam display the next time we’re at the grocery store together, just to reinforce the narrative.