The Infinite Noise (The Bright Sessions, #1)

by Lauren Shippen

Quiet. Blue-green. Not sharp like red and orange, but deep. Endless. It fills me up, empties me out. Clears out the sludge, the pins and needles, but makes me tense. Restless. I open my eyes. Find his. Adam.

We don’t always have to love ourselves in order to receive love from others. Sometimes that’s how we learn to love ourselves.”

“What’re you, a human mood ring?”

I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone more. Oh. Oh.