First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

“Because I lied,” he whisper-yells. “You made me lie about the weather, Aiden.”

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.

Because I’m tired. I’m tired of trying so hard at something that comes so easily for everyone else.