Moxie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

Romance really is in the little things. It's the way he smiles at me, the way he says he'll watch movies that I know he's going to hate, the way he takes my purse from me and slings it over his own shoulder—even though he's a fucking rockstar and he looks ridiculous with a black sequined purse dangling off his tattooed arm.

She knew how she felt about him; nothing could change that. But the world was cruel, and the world was awful, and all she wanted was to make things easier for him, better. No, it didn't matter what anyone else thought about them, not really, but if she could ease his torment just a little, why not play along?

I learned from a young age that it's actually easier to feel alone with people around than it is to feel lonely by yourself.

That's one of my favorite parts about reading as a whole—the characters' problems are not my problems.

I mean, I loved her, but in a different way. Sometimes, I didn't like her at all.”