“Read to me” was all he said. “I don’t think you’ll like this book.” It was romantic. Like, embarrassingly so. “Please, Becca.” I flipped open to the page I had bookmarked and began to read. My voice sounded weird at first, more high-pitched, but then it evened out and I started to sound like me again. Reading out loud was weird. I was so used to occupying this fictional world alone that having Brett there with me felt different. Not a bad different.
SOOOOOO
CUTE- omggghjhjgjfjgjgj
