Husband Material (London Calling, #2)

by Alexis Hall

That was the problem with dating a good person. They got their ethics all over you.

Was it weird that I always heard Oliver’s texts in Oliver’s voice? Or was it weirder that Oliver texted exactly the same way he spoke?

I’d do many things for Oliver, but I drew the line at watching people sing their feelings in languages I didn’t understand.

That’s the thing about mess—a stack of unwashed dishes says I hate myself and you should hate me too but the pile of empty bottles next to a scattering of chocolate wrappers and ice-lolly boxes said I hate myself but I have people in my life who remind me I shouldn’t.