He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

I slowly nod. “God, Kenzie, when did you become so poetic?” She chuckles. “I watch a lot of Full House reruns.” Orange soda nearly flies out of my nose from her response. I cover my nose and take a deep breath. “You need to warn me before you say something like that next time.”

i need you to be genuinely so for real with me. nothing about this dialogue is funny

Where he’s a tad . . . broody, I’m more sunshine and joy, you know?”

NO ONE TALKS LIKE THIS