Breaking Even (Sterling Shore, #5)

by C.M. Owens

I'm sick of being a doormat.

Oh yes, girl. Bring out your boss bish B)

Great. I don't take good selfies, so I can only imagine how I'll look in a mug shot.

“Go on without me, Tink. I'll just follow your pixie dust trail. Peter Pan might need your help.”

Rye rolls his eyes and rests his head on my shoulder as he tries his best to keep quiet.

I found the entire tirade rather entertaining, especially since Rye kept tugging on me like he expected me to defend him.

Ok but why are they being so cute rn??

That’s how people find a few moments of stolen happiness from an otherwise cold and disappointing world—they settle.