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He looked like that type. A meal you could enjoy morning, noon, or night. Like pigs in a blanket from The Pancake House.
“Pretty jaded for twenty-seven, aren’t you?”
“Who’s Flynn Ryder?” She rolled her eyes. “He’s from Tangled, the Rapunzel movie?”
“I didn’t mean any offense by that, Jaime. You look perfect. You’re beautiful.”
She made a face. “I’m not going on a date with you.” “Why not? My mom said I’m a good catch.”
He’d wanted to kiss me, I knew he had—so why didn’t he do it?
Mmm, pizza. I love pizza.
“OK. I’ll stay for pizza.” For pizza, not for you, get it?
Oh, God. She was going to kill me. This was way too much fun.
“And…” She lifted her shoulders. “I’d like to try. I’d like to be…closer to you.”
But then I couldn’t babble anymore because he’d grabbed my head and pressed his lips to mine.
know, and I love it too, but I also like just being close to you. Talking to you. Listening to you.”
“Yes.” Please don’t tease me right now. Don’t ask me what it means. Don’t remind me of the rules. Just trust me. Let me give you more, a little at a time. “OK,” he said, kissing me softly. “I’ll stay.”
I was in love with her, and I was scared to break the spell.
I was in love with him. I was in love with him. How had I let this happen? I had to fix this.
You’ll miss the way he makes you feel.
We hadn’t seen or spoken to each other in three weeks, and I was finally able to go a day without crying or eating a king-sized Hershey bar, but I wasn’t anywhere near over him.
“I’m scared of the way I feel. I’m scared that when things fall apart, I will too. And they always fall apart, Quinn.”
