Hook, Line, and Sinker (Bellinger Sisters, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

“I’ll get it,” they said at the same time.

lol .. here we go 🙄😂

“You’re having a shit day, aren’t you?” he said for her ears alone. She exhaled. “Yeah.” He made a humming sound, tilted his head sympathetically. “Tell me which bag is yours and I’ll bring you back to my place.” Gently, he tugged on a strand of her hair. “Make it all better.”

🥹

She was Eve in the Garden of Eden, and she’d just taken a bite from the apple.

Captain Holts Voice “ooooh noooo” 👀

Because she didn’t wear it for him. She wasn’t even kissing him for him.

Oh no my poor boy :(

A smile bloomed across her face, and all he could do was watch it happen, dazed.

Oh my boy is so inlove and does even know it

“‘Home.’ By Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.”

One of my favourite songs and definitely correct song for this book

Piper sniffed loudly.

Piper you are my girl why are you being .. mean? And judgy?

Not that he saw it, because he was busy giving Fox a death stare.

Brendan? You too man. Agh why is everyone being a bad friend

“Now hold on. It’s just a bit of fun,” offered the man. “At whose expense?” Hannah shouted, turning in a circle, searching the ground.

MY GIRL!!!

He’d never had anyone stand up for him like that.

And as much as he resented the intrusion into his inner hell, Jesus, he fucking adored her, wanted to give her anything she wanted. So badly that it burned.

To completely unwrap himself in front of this girl whose opinion mattered so much to him.

I’m just going to tell you that … I’ll be back tonight and that you’re really important to me.”

Lana Del Rey rasping quietly from the recessed speaker.

My favourite favourite 🙌🏼🙌🏼🖤🖤🖤

“I’m jealous as fuck.” He seemed to be having a hard time getting breath into his lungs. “You’re … my Hannah, you know?”

Because he was in love with Hannah. Stupid, hot-under-the-collar, pulse-tripping love that crowded his chest and throbbed in his fingertips.

“I had it bad for you. If the convention didn’t make it obvious, I thought for sure the Fleetwood Mac album would do it.” His voice stumbled. “I’ve got it so bad for you, Hannah. Really”—he blew out a breath—“really bad. I tried to keep you out of here.” He knocked his free fist against his chest. “But you won’t go. You’re never going to go. You just won’t.”

His cute, perfect, freckle-faced girlfriend running around LA being cute, perfect, and freckle-faced without him?

This was Hannah. The first and last girl he’d ever love.