For the Plot (All for Love, #1)

by Katie Van Brunt

lowers his tortoise-shell glasses

SLUTTY GLASSES SUMMER

If I stay in this room—with this man; with that hat; with this bed; with no pants—we’re going to have a major problem.

Decision fatigue and the constant questioning game my brain plays are exhausting. Sometimes I wish I could crawl out of my own head and take a nap in someone else’s. With a weighted blanket.