First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

I can be a confident, independent woman and still want someone to hold my hand. To ask about my day. It’s a good thing to want passion and excitement and care. Attention and affection. I don’t want to settle for anything less than that.

“I don’t concern myself with the fragile egos of men.”

I’m excellent at getting my hopes up only to be handed a heavy dose of disappointment down the line.

“I think you tell yourself you don’t deserve the things you want so it’s easier for you to manage your expectations. It won’t hurt if you don’t care, right?

“I’m not sad.” I’m just stuck. Caught in the in-between of wanting and waiting and wishing.