The Only One (Wrench Kings ,#3)

by Daisy Jane

The physical side of the relationship is what makes me so insecure–the idea of having to do… anything. Make a move and know that it’s the right move at the right time.

“You’re smiling,” he says quietly, and I feel his words against my lips as he, too, smiles. “Was it so bad that it made you laugh?” He’s never been so wrong. It was so good that I can’t believe this kiss has been a few feet away from me this entire time.

I turn to face Atticus and roll my eyes at him. He thumps his fist against his pecs. “Eye rolls bounce right off me. My old lady rolls her eyes at me so much; I’m immune.” I roll them again for good measure. “You didn’t need to tell Beau.”

Now that I’m looking in the mirror, I’m wishing I’d worn something lace, even if Miller never saw it. Because I’m feeling underwhelmed with myself, and suddenly I’m wishing I was a little… more.

She looks good in my coat, even though it’s too big and a little dirty. But my name is embroidered across her chest, and nothings looked better.

“It annoys me,” I cry, “it annoys me greatly that you’re right.” He sighs with great despair. “It annoys me greatly that I’m the love advice guy now.”