Book Lovers

by Emily Henry

So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.”

For a decade, I’ve known I will never again have everything, and so all I’ve wanted is to believe that, someday, again, I’ll have enough.

“You do have me, Nora. I never stood a chance.”

we belong. In a way I don’t understand, he’s mine, and I’m his. It doesn’t matter what the last page says. That’s the truth. Here, now. His lips brush mine, light, careful, warm. I open to him, knowing how it will feel when I turn the page but unwilling not to turn it at all.