Falling for Your Enemy (Love Clichés, #5)

by Emma St. Clair

Now that I’ve had time to process, I think I’d simply gotten used to him, to us. The way you do with a pair of pants so comfortable and familiar that you don’t realize how unflattering they actually are.

“We love you, Sam. And if anyone tries to mess with you again, we’ll bless their little hearts.”

Love doesn’t like limits. It doesn’t follow the rules or come when it’s convenient. The moment you try to tell it no, love will laugh in your face.”

I’ve got all the gruffness of a dwarf mixed with the bad temper of a dragon. And all the spite of an insulted elf. A winning combination, for sure.

Sometimes people confuse being shy with being an introvert. They’re different things, and Rhys is both.

Introversion is about where you get your energy, and it’s why he has spent so much time hiding away from me in his hotel room.

My dad’s words suddenly come back to me: Love doesn’t like limits. It doesn’t follow the rules or come when it’s convenient. The moment you try to tell it no, love will laugh in your face.

Who knew I could be funny? I’m probably not funny to anyone but her, but she’s the only one who matters.