Not You It's Me (Boston Love, #1)

by Julie Johnson

if the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, the way to a girl’s is through a good book.

I’m shadow and you’re sunshine. You’re not like me. You’re just… different.” “Bad different?”

“Different in the best way possible. My world — it’s monochrome. Black and white. But you…” His voice gets lower, huskier. “You’re painted in every shade on the palette. You’re screaming color. A fucking rainbow.”