Fall for Him

by Andie Burke

I wrote it at a time when I needed a reminder that people who feel like their bodies and minds and souls are being held together by caffeine and off-brand Scotch tape deserve to find and can find their person. Because when the ground beneath our feet is crumbling in every possible sense, sometimes we don’t just need a safe place to land. We need a safe place to fall.

Dylan froze. Froze. Like his mouth couldn’t make words and his legs locked up. Yep, contact with a hot man had actually provoked a fight, flight, or freeze response. Fantastic.

Breaking something sometimes doesn’t mean you’re broken.

“You had me at slightly edgy librarian.”

Awkward social interactions created small fractures in his mental armor. Every crack allowed old insecurities to slide right back into his brain.

“Do not ever let someone make you feel that small again. Because you, Dylan Gallagher, are not fucking small.”

“I’m not sure who I hate more. You or the English language and its ambiguity with misplaced modifiers.”