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354 pages, Paperback
First published June 16, 2020
One day I woke up and it was like two massive tumors just erupted on my chest. — Taylor
Women are supposed to be soft and curvy and squeezable. — Connor
I’d let Conor fool me into believing I was beautiful. That he didn’t see a chubby girl or just a pair of breasts, but me. All of me. He made me believe I was something desirable. Worth having. — Taylor
Conor’s my happy accident. My wrong place, wrong time, exactly right guy. He taught me how to love myself against my best efforts, showed me an image of myself I’d never believed was there. Strong. Beautiful. Confident. — Taylor
“I only see you.” He takes my hand, rubbing his thumb over the inside of my wrist. “Just as you are. I don’t imagine you as some impossible ideal. To me you’re…real.” His lips quirk in a half-smile. “Stubborn, opinionated, pushy, funny, intelligent, kind, too hard on herself, snarky, sarcastic, jaded, yet somehow a closeted optimist. I fell in love with you for you, T. Nothing you could say or do would embarrass me. Ever.” — Connor

Yup, hungering for Conor Edwards is very, very bad. Because he’s exactly the kind of man who will break my heart. Even if he doesn’t mean to.

“I dare you to seduce Conor Edwards.”

“Wanna dance?” he then asks, leaning toward my chest like he’s speaking into the box at a fast food drive-thru.
“Sorry,” I retort, “they don’t dance.”
No matter how good I look in a suit, though, I still feel like they can smell it on me. The stench of poverty.
Taylor Marsh has no idea how cool she is, and that’s a fucking shame.
Sometimes we make all the wrong decisions, end up in all the wrong places, and still find exactly where we’re supposed to be. Conor’s my happy accident. My wrong place, wrong time, exactly right guy. He taught me how to love myself against my best efforts, showed me an image of myself I’d never believed was there. Strong. Beautiful. Confident.







