The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)

by Laurie Gilmore

Holy shit. This man deserved two holidays, a parade and a statue in the town square.

Maybe because you really like him and he seems to like you and why wouldn’t you want the whole damn town to know?!

‘No, I meant, my favorite day. Of all the days.’

‘Me too.’ His voice was low and rough like those two words meant so much more than he spoke out loud. Like maybe he meant, me too, you’re my favorite person, too. Me too, I have all my favorite days with you. ‘Me too,’ she repeated and she meant, me too, I want to keep doing this with you. I want more than casual fun with you. I want everything.

I met a girl this summer.

The kiss was incendiary. He could have sworn his entire body had gone up in flames.

Attraction: noun: the action or power of evoking interest, pleasure, or liking for someone or something.

‘Will you be my best friend?’ the fox asked the rabbit. ‘But we’re so different,’ said the rabbit. ‘That’s why I like you.’

According to a team of scientists led by Dr. Monica Hunter at Yale, romantic love can be broken down into three categories: lust, attraction, and attachment.

She brought him back to life, reconstructed him into a better version than the original. And he felt alive. He was alive. He was real.

Fierce sea birds swooped from the sky, but he held them back. Anything to protect the princess.

He dipped his head between her thighs and he found heaven.

‘You’re all I think about. All I want. Me and you until the end.’

He realized he loved her and that he probably had all along. But it had snuck up on him somehow even though she’d been perfect from the start.

It’s me this time, ~Noah.

Meet me by the water. Tonight. 8:00.