The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about her tonight. I’d copied her key, and after she fell asleep…we’d be having a sleepover party. Other people might call that scary stalker behavior. I called it true love.

“I love you. And I’ll never stop,” he told me. “I’d do anything for you…I’d live for you.”

I needed to buy him a car or something. To make up for being such a raging psycho lately.

“Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”