The Cheat Sheet (The Cheat Sheet, #1)

by Sarah Adams

I stood up, we made eye contact, and Nathan looked like he was going to hurl. I did the one thing I knew would help him relax: contorted my face like a ding-dong and stuck my tongue out the side of my mouth.

I just physically shudderd at this sentence. Ew

Nathan has black eyes. Not chocolate, not brown. Jet freaking black. And when they zero in on me like this, it feels like I’m suffocating.

This sounds horrifying

It’s staring at the sun and not blinking even though it burns like hell.

ILL STARE DIRECTLY AT THE SUN BUT NEVER IN THE MIRROR