The Playlist (Springbrook Hills, #5)

by Morgan Elizabeth

Because the right place to start when having a mental breakdown is with a killer fucking playlist.

The first time I fell in love with Zoe, she was scream singing a Taylor Swift song in my parents’ living room while my sister Luna laughed at her. At least, I think that’s the first time. It’s happened so many times now.

“Wanting a man to dance with you in a parking lot because he’s so fucking in love with you he can’t wait to get you home and into his arms isn’t childish. Thinking you’re too manly to pull over and give your girl that? That’s childish.”

I don’t know much about the universe except that it’s never steered me wrong because it’s always directed me to you.”