Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

For introverts like me with social anxiety, the process of dating is equivalent to waxing your bikini line. Menstrual cramps on day two of your cycle. An emergency dental procedure you weren’t expecting—and guess what: they’re fresh out of novocaine.

It’s so much easier to read about relationships than to foster them.

wouldn’t say I’m a nonreader. Reading just hasn’t been on my radar before.” “But now it is?” I ask hopefully, glancing at him. “Maybe.” He smirks.

It’s possible I’m reading too many romances.

Because you did. Now, get lost, she’s mine.

Will Griffin is absolutely not the kind of man I need. Too bad he’s very quickly becoming the man I want.

In unrelated news, I’m not so great at reading maps.

I swear the sunlight hits this woman differently than other people. It seeps into her skin, makes her glow.

How is it possible to crave change and relish familiarity at the same time?

And yet…something about being with Annie makes me want to be cautious for once. I have the distinct feeling of holding something precious and not wanting to let it drop. I feel protective. Possessive even.

But a side effect of being the one who listens and comforts is that people rarely offer to listen or comfort me.

Annie: You’d do that for me? Will: I’m quickly learning I’d do anything for you.

Funny how men can get away with saying things like that on a date and it’s endearing, but when I did, I got left ten minutes into the date.

“Please just promise me you’ll marry someone who sees you and loves you and who makes you excited and happy—not just someone who looks right on paper.”

No one is fiercer than an elementary school teacher when it’s time to get people in order and hold them to a schedule.

wondering if James has a secret too.

“It’s me, and you’re safe.

This one is for the softies. The tenderhearted sweeties. The introverts who are afraid to shine.