More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Now I was Pinocchio, desperately trying to become a real boy, Frankensteined together from spare parts.
Breathe. One, two, three. Never mind the fact I didn’t need to breathe anymore. Play it cool. Cool guy. Everyone loves a cool guy.
“You’re gonna be just fine, alright?” Blair threatened the kitten, his voice soft. “You’re a fucking badass. Even though you look a bit like a wet rat right now and people say black cats are kinda unlucky. That’s okay. I’m kinda unlucky too.”
He was so fucking pretty I wanted to crush him like a petal between my fingers. What the fuck. What the fuck, Richard?
God, Richard better not sparkle like Edward fucking Cullen or I was going to have to do something drastic. Like burn the city down.
Richard was a cocoa wielding, flannel wearing, sex machine who may or may not be undead.
Richard gave me hope, and hope was a dangerous, dangerous thing for a person like me to have.
Either something was seriously wrong with me, or I was in love with Blair Evans.
