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Fear for Marisa clogged my throat and made it hard to focus. I needed to get to her. I needed to see her. I needed her to be okay.
Sliding into the bed, I curled my body around hers, wrapping my arm around her. Just for tonight. Just because of how close I’d come to losing her. Just because I couldn’t help myself.
Tonight, I’d hold her in my arms. Tomorrow, I’d figure out how to deal with being in love with the coach’s daughter.
His Batman t-shirt wasn’t as baggy as I’d have liked. Being a double D did wonders for filling out a guy’s XL t-shirt, not that anyone would be able to see it, since I didn’t exactly have a bra.
“I love her.” He squeezed the back of his neck, shaking his head. “Will you still love her in a year? In two years?” “I’ve loved her since we were fifteen. It’s never going away.”