Fiction is the best kind of reality

I'm supposed to push a loose strand of hair out of your face, then let my hand linger on your cheek, or isn't that how, like, every other kissing scene in those books you read goes?" He gently tucked that piece of hair behind my ear and let his fingers slide down to tilt my chin up until my eyes met his. "Well?

Too bad real boyfriends aren’t as awesome as book boyfriends.”“At least real boys don’t get brainwashed by the enemy and try to kill you?” I said, trying to play devil’s advocate.

Too bad real boyfriends aren't as awesome as book boyfriends.

I loved new books . The crisp pages, the smell, and the sense of potential as I carefully broke in the spine made getting them one of the best feelings in the world.

I wasn't the kind of girl who fell for musicians, but it wasn't fair that Dev had a beautiful singing voice that did things to the surface of my skin. I opened my eyes, and there was Lexie again, in the wings, staring at Dev like he was an advanced reader copy of the last book in a series.