First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

It feels like every time I get my hopes up for something good, reality comes out swinging. I don’t know how to be a hopeful person anymore. It’s easier not to be.

“I like that. Thinking that I’m worth paying attention to. Something ordinary made extraordinary by the person you’re sharing it with.”

“We want you to fall in loooooove.”

“Because you said it was your favorite,” I admit. “And I want your favorite to be my favorite.”

the Ghost of Satisfied Sexual Adventures Past. The Ghost of Horny Present?

sound—“love isn’t always sunshine and daisies. Sometimes it’s hospital beds and shaved heads.