“she found herself wondering what it would be like to love someone enough to take the risk they might one day leave. To believe strongly enough in the fact that they loved you back.”
“she found herself wondering what it would be like to love someone enough to take the risk they might one day leave. To believe strongly enough in the fact that they loved you back.”
“But then you went ahead and told me you‘ve read Harry Potter.” She hesitated and considered him. “Which one?”
“All of them.”
She covered her face and moaned miserably. “All of them,” she muttered. “I‘m a dead woman. You‘ve just killed me dead.”
“I read a lot,” he said, trying to improve his odds. “Not just Harry Potter.”
“Making it worse . . .”
Excerpt From: Shalvis, Jill. “The Trouble with Mistletoe.” HarperCollins, 2016