Maybe if I can just sleep for a hundred years, I’ll wake up in a better story.
Why do all the hot girls want the jocks and the good boys? We losers are the ones that need you.
Who are these people, and why do they think their own opinions are the only right ones?
I don’t know. I didn’t have that choice. But I know what’s happening now. And I’m choosing to stay with you.
The Garretts were my bedtime story, long before I ever thought I’d be part of the story myself.
I lie on top of him, skin to skin. He’s tall, I’m not, but when we lie like this, we fit together. All the curves of my body relax into the strength of his.