When in Rome (When in Rome, #1)

by Sarah Adams

I went absolutely numb. And what scared me the most was that Susan didn’t even seem to notice. It makes me wonder if I’m too good at hiding.

“Have you never loved something just for what it means to you?”

I have two responses warring inside me. The first is my usual fine-tuned, never-failing polite, polite, polite. The second, and the one I decide to pursue, is a new instinct full of selfish primitive desires. Play, play, play.

“Why do you think that?” “High maintenance.” She pauses and I think maybe she fell back to sleep before she speaks again. “People only like me when I’m easy.”

Luckily, I have so much dirt on them I could make a whole new continent.

I still can’t believe I’m here with these people. These people who like me enough to poke fun at me. To acknowledge when I’m bad at something. To let me fail and enjoy the hell out of it over and over again.