My Own Best Enemy (Apple Valley Love Stories #2)

by Julie Christianson

She smells like sugar now, by the way. Sweet but with a hint of spice. She’s cinnamon on French toast. And did I mention how beautiful she is? Of course, Emi was always beautiful. She was also the youngest, smartest kid in our grade—always with the right answer, forever busting the curve. The harder Emi worked, the more intimidating she became. To everyone. Guys. Girls. She was untouchable. Stop thinking about touching her, man.

I hate myself for not protecting her.

America’s Next Top Model: I’m going to The Clumsy Goat on Saturday night at six o’clock. I’ll be the guy alone in the back room, waiting for Emi Jones. If she doesn’t show up, I’ll be there for life. I’ll keep waiting forever, but I’d rather be with you sooner. So. Please come.

Sometimes the hardest lessons are the ones you end up having to teach yourself.