Can't Help Falling (Sweater Weather, #3)

by Courtney Walsh

Fictional men are always better than the real ones. Always. Probably because they’re written by women.

The leaves have started to turn, and I’m struck by how the earth beautifully lets go of the things that need to be reborn.

“Honey, he is speaking my language. Being thoughtful. Doing things that will show me he loves me. It doesn’t matter what the gesture is, if the intent behind it is to show someone you care, then it can be romantic.”