Picking Daisies on Sundays (Picking Daisies on Sundays, #1)

by Liana Cincotti

For the hopeless, and hopeful, romantics who don’t know they’re noticed in a crowded room.

Those moments revealed every aspect of a person. And God, have I enjoyed every single one of his aspects.

My heart stopped in a panic, but he simply mouthed, hey punk, and winked at me, continuing on with his conversation.

“I know you didn’t ask, but you look okay too. Beautiful, actually.”

He showed his love for you through words and touches. His love for me was just not the type I desired.

He just wants to make sure you’re okay; friends do that, I told myself. Because that’s what Levi and I were truly becoming again—friends. We were slowly falling back into our old rhythm.