Daydream (Maple Hills, #3)

by Hannah Grace

I wouldn’t call myself shy; I’ve just spent my life around louder, more dominant personalities, which has never allowed me to properly challenge myself to get confident in these scenarios.

“I like being around her.”

“She’s so calm. Being with her doesn’t drain me. Does that make sense?”

my parents taught me that it’s more valuable to be the person who helps someone achieve their goals than to be the person who achieves it for them.

This might be my favorite romance book, but we’re my favorite love story.