Nothing Like the Movies (Better Than the Movies #2)

by Lynn Painter

The rest of the world existed, but she was uninterested in anything other than what she was working on. God, I love that about her.

Wide eyes, pink cheeks, knowing smiles—those were her symptoms. I’d witnessed them time and again, hating them at the very same time they charmed the hell out of me. No one wore lovesick like my Libby.

The dude looks at you like he knows he’s going blind in an hour and he’s trying to memorize every detail of your face.”

That kiss had been the heroine and hero, running toward each other while the music crescendoed. That kiss had been Elizabeth Bennet telling Darcy that his hands were cold. That kiss, God help me, had been the one that lets you know the characters are finally going to end up together.

“I am just Wes fucking Bennett, Lib, the guy who can’t remember a single day in his life when he didn’t love you.”