I judged you unfairly when I met you.” “But you still wanted to kiss me?” He shrugged, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “I’m a guy.
Boys always make things more complicated.
He’s beautiful and broody; what’s not to like?
I was not a believer in instalove. So said the rational part of my brain.
Yeah, well. Don’t be that guy, Brady. Don’t be the guy who loves his horse too much.
