Extraits

You’re not a pit stop. You’re my finish line. There’s no one after you.

ROSE CALLOWAY

You know the stories where the strong, brawny man struts into a room with his head high, his chest puffed, and his stocky shoulders pulled back—he’s the king of the jungle, the big man on campus, the one who quivers girls’ knees. He carries an air of unwarranted superiority for the pure fact that he has a dick, and he knows it. He expects the girl to go tongue-tied and agree to his every demand.

Well, I am living that story right now.

But Rose is at the epicenter of my world, whether I allow myself to love her or not.

He makes me believe that anything is possible. I don't think I'll ever find someone quite like Connor Cobalt.

People hope to touch the sky.

I dream of kissing it.