Finding Cinderella (Hopeless, #2.5)

by Colleen Hoover

I’ve always been a realist, never looking at the glass half empty or half full.

I love how much you love me.”

You look sweet, but I have a feeling you’re just the right mix of good and evil.

I’m not sure how to take her bluntness. I’ve never really met anyone who asks the same straightforward questions I would, so I’m beginning to feel a little sympathetic to the people I put on the spot like this.

“It’s human nature to judge.”

What if the only reason we like each other so much is that it’s forbidden?

“I fucking love you, now GO AWAY!”

The fact that I have this reaction to her after one day scares the living shit out of me. One day. I’ve been doing this with her for one day and I have no idea what’s happening. I don’t know if it’s a full moon or if I have a tumor wrapped around my heart or if she really is a witch. Whatever it is still doesn’t explain how this kind of thing can exist between two people this ridiculously fast… and actually last.

I feel like deep down my heart knows she’s too good to be true. My mind and my whole body know she’s too good to be true, so

I kiss her harder, hoping to convince myself that this is real. It’s not some fairy tale. It’s not an hour of make-believe. This is reality, but even in our imperfect reality, people don’t fall for each other like this. They d...

I need to grab her tight and hang on, because wherever she goes, I want to go, too.

Sometimes I do or say really stupid shit, and I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I hurt someone’s feelings.