“Want me to run with you?” he asks, nudging his head toward the sidewalk behind me. Yes, please. “No, it’s fine.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“He’s quiet for a minute, then grins again. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot.” “Shut up.” “You probably faked passing out… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“He flashes me his dimple-laden grin, and I faint. No… literally. I fainted.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“You shouldn’t offer cookies without milk, you know. You’re a pretty pathetic hostess.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“ You fell asleep right when she was about to find out her mother’s secret. How dare you. I’ll be back tomorrow… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
