“Is this a habit of yours?” he asks. “What?” “Dropping stuff whenever you first see me? It's kind of cute. Flattering,” he adds, straightening while easily holding all of my stuff in his giant arms. I've recovered enough to roll… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try to convince you of my feelings. Not after that kiss. Not… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Tatooine, huh? So awesome you know Star Wars facts,” he adds nodding. “Do you ever watch the animated stuff?” Grin. Grin. Grin. I'm seriously… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He shrugged happily. “Let’s make plaid, canvas and compasses my absolute trademarks. Dustin McHugh. All plaid. All canvas. All the time. And I’m never… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He’s so good at his job, that I’ve fallen for him, the mirage of him being my boyfriend, all of it. Like everyone else.… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I hop onto the stage and joke-sing: “The Phaaaanntom of the Opera is there, innnnnside your mind.” I attack the curtain with a flourish… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“My heart races and I look away. “Well I care. So, write it down. For nine weekends and eight thousand dollars, what's yours is… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I pass off a few more résumés and jet away from her and that cinnamon smell, reserving the last paper in my hand so… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I’m living in fiction. It’s perfectly okay to be in love with any and all fictional boyfriends, even if they aren’t yours.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“look back. She's crossed her arms and is tapping her ugly shoe on the carpet. “You're doing it again,” she says. “What?” “You're turning… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“She's trapped me on the front side of the counter. Way. Too. Close. To. Her. LIP-GLOSS.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
