A Girl Like Her (Ravenswood, #1)

by Talia Hibbert

Like a fool, he blurted out, “You’re little.” She snorted. “You’re disgracefully tall. What’s your point?” “Disgracefully?” “It’s indecent,” she said. “You can’t possibly need all that height.

Evan failed to see how anyone could not get along with Ruth. Yes; she was prickly and awkward and blunt to a fault. She was also adorably excitable, unapologetically passionate, and secretly, achingly, shy. But then, a man like Daniel would respond poorly to a woman like Ruth. He seemed to expect instant adoration, and Ruth wasn’t capable of that. Evan liked her wariness. It made every inch of her trust a reward.

Sometimes my mind gets overwhelmed and all I can do to cut through the confusion is lash out. Sometimes I think about one thing and remember another and see another and hear another, and that’s just too many things, and I don’t handle it well. You shouldn’t want to kiss me, because I clearly don’t deserve you.

I want to take everything you have to give, and I want to think that I deserve it.