Emma C.

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I’ve just never had a friend before, I tell myself. I’m sure friends can think of each other as innocent and endearing, and feel whole whenever they’re around in a way they never have before, and wonder if their hair is as soft as it looks . . . Damn. One too far even to fool myself. I need to be careful from now on. I can’t risk letting him take any more of my heart than he already has. I can’t deny I sometimes think of Jack more fondly than I should, but it can never be more than this, odd moments of silent admiration. I can’t let myself start to fall in love with someone who couldn’t ...more
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