The Truth about Heartbreak (The Truth About #1)

by B. Celeste

Someone told me a long time ago that trust is like an eraser; it gets smaller and smaller until there’s nothing left. I don’t want it to disappear, so I don’t use it much.

I don’t hide the curve of my downward lips before Everett sees them. His eyes fill with sympathy. “Don’t worry, River. You’re still my number one.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people need to find out for themselves who’s worth investing time in.

“Believe me, River, if I had you, I’d have all of you. There’s not one piece of skin that I wouldn’t see, touch, or kiss.”

“Baby, I need you to find that strength. Don’t you dare leave before we get our chance at happiness.”