The Happy List (Better With You, #1)

by Briar Prescott

“I’ll end up with a boatload of, I don’t even know… chairs that’ll remind me of my failure for years to come. Eventually I’ll start conversing to the chairs because I’m so bitter and lonely, and before you know it, I’ll start treating them as my children, and you’ll start receiving Christmas cards from me and my family of chairs. I’ll die surrounded by my chair children, and you’ll have to transport them all to my funeral and set them up next to the grave, which is both sad and convenient because my human mourners, the few there might be, can sit on my kids.”

“March has disguised itself as a spring month when in reality, it’s the dying cry of winter.”

antipathy

“I want you so much it fucking hurts,” I say in a low voice as I look him deep in the eyes searchingly. “Tell me you don’t want me, too, and I’ll back off. Tell me you don’t think about kissing me again, and I’ll never bring it up again. Tell me you don’t want

to have my taste on your tongue. Tell me you’re not curious to see what my body feels like against yours.”