First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

The cupid with the demonic eyes glares at me, swinging back and forth wildly. It’s bow and arrow points right between my eyebrows.

“I want goose bumps. I want to be wanted. All this time and I—I haven’t given up. I guess I’m just waiting for it to find me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been having trouble with dating? Me”—he rocks me back and forth again—“the platonic love of your life.”

I don’t want to be sent to professional development. Icebreakers are my personal form of hell.

I wish I had two emotional support cookies.

I want sparks. The good kind, you know? I want to laugh and mean it. I want goose bumps. I want to wonder what my date is thinking about and hope it might be me. I want…I want the magic.”

Aiden looks like a brooding Disney prince in a Carhartt hoodie.

Maybe watching you fall in love with someone will give my cold, dead heart some hope.”

Grayson Harris: She’s the platonic love of my life.

She finishes her paper plane and throws it at me. The point digs into the center of my chest then falls to my lap. Bull’s-eye.

I feel both bone-deep exhaustion and incandescent euphoria.