My mom says that you can't love someone until you learn to love yourself. So even though Vincent is getting more and more scary; even though he's doing a nationwide search for me, I'm going to learn to love myself. Well, I'm going to try.
Mostly, I want a boy to love me. But which one? Dawson - the gorgeous boy who made a mistake, but whose molten lava kisses and steaminess I can't freaking resist? Or Aiden - the God of all Hotties who is practically infused with love potion and who I thought liked me - but now says he wants to be my friend. Or Brooklyn - the boy that first stole my heart; who has always loved me. Well, until the whole cabana incident.
I mean, it was bad enough when there was sort of a love triangle, but now that I'm talking to B again, it's like I'm in a love rectangle, or a rhombus, or something. Oh, and did I mention Cooper Steele: the new soccer coaching, health teaching, tattooed hunk who Garrett sent to school to guard my body. I mean, be my bodyguard.
But back to loving me. I should forget about boys and worry about me. Love me. Like, eventually.
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- Yu Yan