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

by Courtney Walsh

I fly under the radar. I blend in by not sticking out. I’m the girl at the party nobody remembers was there. Who am I kidding? I don’t go to parties. I wish someone would invite me to one so I could politely decline. I stay home and read. A lot. Pajamas > Party.

Same girl

I notice the Coffin Dodgers. Four men, all friends, well into their seventies.

That night, after the market, with my parents out at bingo night, I’m back in my bedroom, surrounded by my Gone with the Wind, Jane Eyre, and Wuthering Heights posters. As I look at them, I think, Wow, I was a real catch in high school.

Outside, it’s starting to smell like autumn. Not the start of autumn, but the whole of the season. Crunchy leaves and mountain air. My favorite season. I take a moment and draw in a chilly breath. It fills me up and when I exhale, there’s a cloud from my warm exhale mixing with the cool