Before I can even finish adding onto my 'everyone needs a friend' argument, he shoots up from his seat. The story progressed rather quickly and with a Wattpad book, you can't really look too deeply into that because if the book hooks you, then it stays. Now a few of these traits in a main character is fine, like if you want your main character to not like to say curse words and be short? I just fell absolutely in love with both the story and characters from the moment that I started reading- it was such a sweet and heartwarming story- that now has some of my new all-time favorite, comfort characters- because damn, Grey, I'm actually in love with you.

I was looking for something to invest my time in, swoon till I was 7 feet deep and feel lonelier than I've ever felt in my 56789 years of existence. I'm not talking about insults," my back hits the wall behind me, pain travels along the surface of my skin, and I nearly knock over a container of strawberries when he traps me with his strong arms.His lips part the slightest bit as he glares down at me, his eyes seemingly traveling all over my face, looking for what? That said, always be cautious when downloading files from the internet, especially from sites external to Anna’s Archive. Just as I'm about to say forget it to my 'let me go see if this man is homeless too' idea, his head snaps to mine. Don't answer that question," I decide to continue after a few more moments of silence, although I don't think he was going to in the first place.

I try not to nervously fidget as his eyes run up and down my body as he now realizes I'm the odd girl who asked a stranger to get milkshakes.

I've officially banned myself from Wattpad comments because what's left of my innocence is nonexistent and that's probably the cause (y'all are so lonely, hold up, let me join-) Even though the plot was chilling with Pluto, I saw my babies grow into their love and get their HEA, read through heartbreaking moments and swooned under the covers when the sizzleness was too much to handle.

And they were lots and lots of clichés, but I didn't bring myself to hate them and couldn't wish their death every page they were mentioned. Jack," my mother begins, her voice a little less slurred, "she's learned her lesson, she's done for the night. I'm not nineteen," I mumble stubbornly even though I am and he raises an eyebrow at me, placing his arms on the counter in front of me.Even though he was mean at the start, he started coming along and being soft and gentle towards her again.