Falling for Your Enemy (Love Clichés, #5)

by Emma St. Clair

THAT’S how nice he is. If he were a flavor, he’d be diet vanilla. If he were a color, it would be beige. If he were a temperature, it would be tepid bathwater.

But I know their story by heart. They fell in love in an instant, married less than a month later at a city courthouse without either of their disapproving families present, and have been falling more in love every day since. It’s beautiful and also a little gag-worthy sometimes. I still walk in on them making out in the restaurant kitchen like a couple of teenagers.