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

by Alexandria Bellefleur

No one ever dreams of their problems when they think about the future.

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.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Margot wrapped her arm around Olivia’s waist, drawing her back beneath the covers. “I’m not done with you yet.” Olivia’s heart squeezed, the line between pain and pleasure whisper thin. Yet could never come, and it would still be too soon.

Communication was the cornerstone to any relationship—yeah, she got that. Margot had read enough books and fanfiction, watched enough movies to know the pitfalls of miscommunication, the frustration of watching two people flounder simply because they failed to speak their minds. If she had a dollar for every time she’d wanted to reach through the screen and throttle someone, to scream and say just fucking talk about it or just tell her how you feel, she’d be able to afford those ridiculous leather boots she’d been eyeing in the window display at Nordstrom, praying for them to go on sale. Reality was different. Talking, sharing, like so many things, was easier said than done.

Shit. Here it was. Tension knotted in the pit of her stomach, her insides churning. She didn’t need to hear the rest. “You don’t need to—” “Oh my God, Margot, please, for the love of all that’s holy, be quiet.”

After a certain point, wanting became pointless when having remained hopeless.

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.”