Why We Fight (At First Sight #4)

by T.J. Klune

He smiled again, and my pants almost fell off. “But

Did that mean he thought about me constantly and quite possibly pined for me from a distance, wishing things could be different if only so he could eat the breath from my mouth?

He grinned at Paul so brightly, my underwear almost fell off.

We march because we have to in order to be heard. We celebrate because it’s our goddamn right. We have pride because we have had to fight for recognition, and we deserve to acknowledge our accomplishments.