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.

I am not the kind of girl who is accustomed to attention from the opposite sex. And I’m okay with that. I’ve accepted it.

I’m starting to understand why this woman is still single. Her perfect man doesn’t exist.

Being a hopeful romantic sucks.