Conventionally Yours (True Colors, #1)

by Annabeth Albert

My anxiety kept spiking because I wasn’t remotely in control,

Yo :(

“I’m not. You really are doing fine.” This time, his praise hit a different place inside me—some place soft and vulnerable that desperately wanted to believe him…and not just about my driving.

Ay :(

I was still doing mental math when Jasper unlocked the door and revealed the small room with two beds. “Okay, so who’s sleeping with who?”

OH MY GOD

Did I want to sleep next to Conrad?

Yes

Have him lecture me about no cuddling?

Again, yes

Accidentally touch arms in...

YES

desperate to find any position that didn’t make the bed feel too big and my feelings way too small.

:(

it was June now, not April.

JAJAJAJSJAJAJJA

“It’s his sister.”

<3

I made sure Jasper ate one of Conrad’s doughnuts, letting go of my no-food-in-the-car rule because him not getting sick from lack of eating was more important.

<3

And I’d meant it when I said that I didn’t see Alden as imperfect—I

Soooo you think he is perfect

“Relax.” Hoping Mary wouldn’t notice, I used my right hand to pat Alden’s leg. “We’ll find something to do.”

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

friends hundreds of times, but with him it felt…charged somehow. “Want to do the photo booth?” “Haven’t we been squashed together enough?” Not nearly enough. I tried to push that thought away. “Come on. Have you ever tried it?”

Oh my god

Not really sure what I was doing—only knowing that I was grateful and sad at the same time, and desperately wanting to feel something other than awful—I ghosted my mouth across his. His lips were soft and warm, a bulwark against the cold night, and I wanted to sink into him even as he pulled back. His retreat this time was unmistakable, and I instantly regretted the impulse.

I've been waiting for this kiss so much, and it happened just like that, i kinda expected more

We’ll make up time tomorrow.

You have said that like a thousand times

Figuring out what my buttoned-up control freak liked was both fun and a revelation.

"My" <3

“See that’s why I l—like you.

Was he about to say LOVE?!?!?!?!?

That-which-we-do-not-name.

"he who must not be named"

He was right where I wanted him.

Better than revenge?

I lo—liked so much.

How can you love him if a week ago you didnt even like him ¿?

But he had nothing, and I went on to win by the narrowest of margins, down to my last two lives when I wiped him out.

ESOOOOOOO

“Love. I’m falling in love with you, Con.

You have REALLY KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR LESS THAN A WEEK HOW CAN YOU LOVE HIM