Stuck with You (The STEMinist Novellas, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

And that other little problem I happen to have: I am a little superstitious. Just a tad. Just a little stitious. I

“I don’t know if this is a date,” he says, serious, “but if it isn’t, will you go on one with me?”

my skin, and this, this, this moment couldn’t be any more perfect.

I cannot help but wonder if this is the first day of the rest of my life.

“And I’ve been scared, scared like never before, that I’d hurt you.” He lifts his hand. Curves it around my cheek. “That I’d left you in some—any kind of pain. That I couldn’t make amends. Which, let me tell you, is no fun when you know in your lizard brain that you’re about five minutes from falling in love with someone.” He closes his eyes. “Maybe past. Can’t really tell.”