Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

I had several almost kisses—and the experiences were so laughably bad, it almost turned me off on the whole idea. When someone trying to kiss you suddenly projectile vomits, barely missing your face, it will do that to you.

“Now you owe me a hockey player if Hazel gets one.”

“My library is your library. But no dog-earing pages or breaking of spines.”

“Sounds like I got an upgrade. From fake date to fake boyfriend.”

Aaron Wagners of the world, take note! A man does not have to have a staring contest with a woman’s boobs to make her feel wanted.

The thought that he initiated this makes me unreasonably happy. Therefore, the thought needs to die.

“There are surprisingly few guys who want to wear tight pants or sequins and twirl.

“Surprise! I’m your new neighbor. Feel free to bring by freshly baked cookies as a welcome gift. I prefer chocolate chip. No nuts.”

His hips? They don’t lie. His feet? Not guilty, because they have got serious rhythm.

“Anyway. I guess Joey had just watched Spiderman—the one with the upside-down kiss⁠—” The tension leaves his face now as Logan groans. “No. No, he didn’t Tobey Maguire you.” “Yep. Well. He tried to Tobey Maguire me.

I’d also like to stab Brandon with a fork. A plastic one because I’m not really a violent person. But the heavy-duty plastic kind because I still do want it to hurt.

How in the world does this cat hide underneath furniture? He looks like he could eat furniture for breakfast. Is he actually a domestic cat? Or some kind of bobcat house cat hybrid?

I prefer this pleasant version of Mr. Eds to the evil demon spawn version. Also, if it came down to it, I think he could take me.

I’m not sure our books are in the same bookstore.

FOMS (feline of monstrous size)

They’ve even taped a whole group of congratulations balloons to my locker. Well—congratulations balloons and one that reads Get Well Soon. I hope that one is an accident and not a veiled threat from Nathan, who’s the only one not smiling and clapping.

Not that he remembered how to count syllables from when he was in elementary school.