Conventionally Yours (True Colors, #1)

by Annabeth Albert

And okay, part of me wouldn’t object to being smashed in a back seat with someone who looked and smelled as good as Conrad did, but that part of me was not in charge of making important life decisions, and I’d spent over two years trying very hard not to notice Conrad in that way. I wasn’t about to start crushing on someone who hated me now.

It’s never enough being me. We have to label it. Work to overcome it. Treat it. Fix it. Because, yeah, I’m imperfect.”

This was my guy, and I wasn’t letting go, not until I had to.

My old mantra of one more turn had become an infinite number of turns, both mundane and earth-shattering, all adding up to a life I wouldn’t trade for anything.