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“Sometimes you build something up differently in your mind.” She flashes a smile at Devon. “Then find out home isn’t where or what you thought it was.”
Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and live out my own small-town romance.
But if life as a romance lover has taught me anything, it’s that you can’t predict how and when love will find you, and you can’t stop the free fall into its hold once it does.
Dress for the attitude I want, not the attitude I have. It’s silly, but it’s always worked for me.
I second-guess things. I always have. It’s part of that good girl side of me.
I’ve written a lot of book boyfriends, but I’ve never had someone kiss me like they kiss their women. Sometimes I wondered if it was mostly fiction.
I want more of it. The emotional connection. The snuggles. Yeah, I’m a cuddlewhore, and I make no apologies for it.
“That’s the last thing I want. I don’t want to deal with them, and I have no desire for you to meet them because I’m not proud of them. And frankly, I’m worried they’ll be unkind to you. The last thing I ever want to do is put you in a situation to be hurt by anyone.”
Get it all out in the open. Because miscommunication never got anyone anywhere.
I wish I could say those negative thoughts about my weight didn’t creep in sometimes.
I move closer and grab her arm. “Why would you ever think I’m stuck with you? Do you not understand how much you’ve given me?” She sniffs and shakes her head, looking down. “I know you wanted a home. You wanted someone to love. But did you actually want me?”
