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I’ve never met anyone who sleeps with so many pillows. Maybe he needs them to cradle his massive ego.
I’d rather get a full body wax than go home and spend the holidays with my father.
I’ve discovered this past week that Garrett never takes the time to say goodbye on the phone. It annoyed me at first, but now I sort of appreciate his time-saving approach.
Yes, Hannah and I are friends. In fact, she’s the only female friend I’ve ever had. And yes, I want to keep being Hannah’s friend. But… I also want to sleep with her.
The best way to forget a bad memory is to replace it with a good one.”
“I said I don’t have time for a girlfriend,” he shoots back. “But guess what—priorities change.”
But see, here’s the thing about life. When it’s this good? Something inevitably goes bad.
My heart damn near explodes as those three sweet words hang between us. Other girls have said that to me before, but this time it’s different. Because it’s Hannah saying it, and she’s not just any girl. And because I know that when she says she loves me, she actually means me—Garrett—and not Briar’s hockey star, or Mr. Popularity, or Phil Graham’s son. She loves me.