Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)

by Alexandria Bellefleur

The right person shouldn’t complete you, they should love you the way you are. And it’s cool if they make you want to be better, but they should never make you feel like you’re too much or not enough exactly as you are.”

Love isn’t supposed to be quantifiable, relationships held up against one another, pitted against one another.

“I’m sure you’re happy that your paths crossed,” Brendon said. “I am,” Olivia agreed. “I count my lucky stars, that’s for sure.”

not much about my taste has changed.”

I happen to like unwrapping my presents.”

“I’ve always wanted you. I have feelings for you, okay? I care about you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. No one gets me the way you get me. I’ve never felt like I’d die if I didn’t touch someone. You make me feel that way.”

“I don’t know how to be anything but all in when it comes to you, Liv,”

“All I wanted was for you to want me the way I wanted you.”

wanting became pointless when having remained hopeless.

“We skipped lunch.” Margot’s mouth curved against her skin. “Debatable,” her voice lilted, sounding coy. “I ate.”

“But I like you anyway. I like you a lot. I—like sounds trivial for the way I feel about you.”

I’d never ask you who you care about more because you care about us differently and I believe love is one of those things that doesn’t run out.”