Extraits

Like he didn’t care one way or another whether they liked it because he was too broken to feel anything but the emptiness that I’d been feeling for the last three months.

And then he stopped cold.

He put a hand up to block the lights and squinted out over the crowd.

“Oh. My. God,” Kristen breathed next to me.

He just stood there, staring.

At me.

“She was every love song I’ve never been good enough to write.”

“I played Coachella last year,” Jason said, still chuckling a little. “I wish you would have gone. I would have seen you from the stage. We could have met sooner.”

I snorted, scooping celery into the bowl. “There are like two hundred thousand people at Coachella. You wouldn’t have noticed me.”

He looked me in the eye. “I would notice you in a crowd of a million.”

My eyelid twitches when I’m nervous,” I said miserably, trying to explain my weirdness.

Jason studied my face. “Don’t you think I’m nervous too?”

I stared at him with one eye.

“I like you. And I get nervous around beautiful women I have crushes on.”