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

by Alexandria Bellefleur

Darcy stared at Elle as if she were the source of all the light in the room.

Behold! The field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is barren.

Cameron (5:54 p.m.): Avoid petting her stomach and hind area. Andrew (5:55 p.m.): what the fuck Andrew (5:55 p.m.): boundaries bro Mom (5:57 p.m.): I think Cameron was talking about the cat, honey.

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. That’s a shitty thing to try to do, like asking someone to compare their love for their mother to their love for their partner or their best friend.”

“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.”

“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.”

“You care about me and you care about Olivia, and 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.”