Problematic Summer Romance (Not in Love, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

clumps of atoms. What’s a tiny little bit of heartbreak, when faced with the vastness of mankind? Does it matter that a love is unrequited, if the universe started with a hot fireball and will end the same way?

“Do not asketh about the provenance of ye olde herb of merriment,” she tells me, “for ye are not prepared for ye shadowed truth.”

“I’d love to make someone feel the way they made me feel. Like the world doesn’t have to be a terrible, scary, lonely place. Like life can be kind.”

What a night to find out that my brother has no idea how to pronounce Scaramouche.

This ability of his to bullshit at the drop of a hat should definitely be categorized under red flags, but I can’t say I mind. I’d feel so at home in a Swiss gift shop.

“All you need to say is that your days have been better without me in them, and that I should leave you alone. And I will never bother you again.” He lets go of me. His face shutters. “Some lies are too big. Even for me.”