The Problem with Pretending

by Emma Hart

He had nice hands. Really nice hands. Jesus. First his lower lip, now his hands.

Man hands are such a turn on!

She laughed, tucking her red hair behind her ears.

I hate getting descriptors like this so far into the book because I’ve pictured someone different in my mind already and this changes it a lot… Especially with red hair!

and when I turned, I realised this library was far bigger than I’d first realisedrealised—at least twice as big.

Can't let this go...

stupid clothes between us for more.

He tilted his head down, brushing his lips over mine once more. “Because if you want me to let you go when we leave here, you’re going to have to kill me.”

“You shouldn’t let the past dictate your future. Other people’s choices and actions, especially ones you had no control over, should not impact yours today.”