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

by Courtney Walsh

Fictional men are always better than the real ones. Always.

I’m waiting for the guy who will convince me to take a risk on him, and that guy is only going to convince me with grand romantic gestures.

A man who asks his mom to do his laundry at the age of thirty-two is probably not in any hurry to become a self-sufficient member of society.

The man who saved my life is a grown-up version of the boy who broke my heart.

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I wish I had a Tardis or a DeLorean or a hot tub that could transport me away from this place.

Why do the things that are most precious have to be the most flammable?

I’ll do as I’m told, but I won’t like it.

“I’m a waitress, Emmy,” she told me once. “I just happen to be waiting on cranky people at thirty-five thousand feet.”

“This isn’t a romance novel, Meg,”

I can do this. He’s just a guy, right? I’ll give him a coffee and the key to my heart. I’ll jump off the cliff to go find it. No big deal.

Don’t they know I can’t pretend not to admire him when they’re all crowding around like this?

Sitting here in Book Smart, I’m realizing how important her belief in me was all those years ago. And how much I miss it now.

I glance over at the others. Turner is actually taking notes.

Emmy’s always cute, but sometimes, like right now, it’s more than that. Sometimes, she’s downright beautiful. Why have I never noticed that before?

Emmy is absolutely one of those girls who agrees with that lady on The Hopeful Romantic podcast.

If only he knew...

And I’m the kind of guy who’ll only let her down.

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“Let’s not read into it, okay?” Because my heart can’t handle it.

I’d gladly trade my current situation with the cat.

But I’m not about to skip out on Emmy.

She turned this passion she had for books into a genuine lifestyle, and it’s kind of inspiring.

I’m Elphaba when Madame Morrible tells her that one day she might get to work with the Wizard.

He’s looking at me like he likes what he sees. And he isn’t looking away.

guy saves girl from fire, girl saves guy from fight, will they, won’t they—and

4th wall who???

and I finally sever the cheese and chew, hoping it’ll get lodged in my throat and I’ll have to be rushed away from here in an ambulance.

Okay, if this happened in a romance novel, the reader would give it a two-star review for using coincidence as a plot driver.

And i'll eat it up every time

I pick up the flowers, step out of my truck, and walk around to the passenger side of her car. I open the door and set the flowers on the seat. I bought them for her. I want her to have them. Even if for no other reason than no reason at all.

“If it’s one of your favorites, sure,” he says, then clicks the remote to select the movie. “I want to know what things you like.”

“Levi, you’re the human version of period cramps.”

“You have the rest of your life to be an idiot. Can’t you just take today off?”