Us (Him, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

Love is friendship set on fire. I get it now. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at him.

If it goes poorly, he might actually resent me. I will fucking hate that.

Lmao me and my anxiety relate babes.

Never get pneumonia. Just don’t. It’s a real bitch.

“But you…” He clears his throat yet again. “It’s a bigger decision for you than me. You could have, you know, a wife and kids. A family.”