Conventionally Yours (True Colors, #1)

by Annabeth Albert

Wait. Afford. I needed to make her pay more scrolls for her moves,

I like all these weird game epiphanies

But as our lips met, my heart wrote volumes of words I’d never say.

“And you’re very talented, but chasing this dream about a game… I’m just not sure this is healthy. Or realistic.

Love came with conditions. Requirements. Obligations. And love could be yanked away without warning. Love hurt.

following Payton out of the convention center to a hipster sort of joint with twelve varieties of toast, three types of kale, and outrageous prices.

“You want to teach elementary? But you’re so smart. And the pay… Maybe a master’s in educational admin? Like teach a few years, then work on being a principal or something important—”

What’s your favorite fantasy?”

“You. Just like this.”