I was glad to hear he was getting his own story. Im happy to say it didnt disappoint. I enjoyed this just as much maybe even a bit more than the first book! Alessandro had a tough life growing up. Even though he has spent the last few years of his life serving others, he feels broken and lost, living a life full of guilt for his past. One of the main things he feels guilty for, the ghost that has followed him 4 Stars!!!
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I wonder if she even waited an hour after we broke up to call him. Katie is next to her, glaring thorns at Stacey. I can always count on my friends to circle the wagons. I shrug. Things happen. We all thought you two would end up married. Rick and I had talked about marriage. When I came home for summer break after freshman year, he was the one who brought it up. He was the one who started talking about where we should live after we graduated from college.
Or it was, I guess. It was a combination of my boyfriend being an asshat and the rumor mill. So the rumors spread. The stupid thing? Rick gave me a promise ring for Christmas. The stupidest thing? I fell for it—until we were in his bed the night after Christmas. We were technically engaged to be engaged, so I felt justified reading through his texts when he got up to go to the bathroom and peel off his condom.
It was like they were all whispering behind my back, and some of my friends were shooting me sympathetic glances even though no one said anything. I was feeling super paranoid. So I looked. Not only were there texts from at least three different girls, but a few pictures too.
The pictures were mostly of him sitting with girls in his lap, or dancing. Bad, but not totally incriminating. But the texts. The hurt came later and stayed for a really long time. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his phone in my hand when he came back from the bathroom.
She, like, stalks me all the time. Or is Helena the stalker? I spun and flung his ring in his face. He called and texted almost every day during the spring semester, but I deleted them all without looking.
My friends from home were good about avoiding the topic in their texts, so it became easy to pretend Rick had never existed. But when an opportunity to get even farther away and spend my junior year abroad in Italy came up, I jumped all over it. By the time I got home for summer break a few months ago, I felt pretty good. I was over Rick. That had won me the scholarship for the year abroad in Rome from over thirty applicants.
Sam is deceptively feminine, with long, auburn waves and ivory skin. Confidence wafts off of her like a strong scent.
Katie, on the other hand, has always struggled with her weight, and, therefore, her self-esteem. The hostess seats us at a booth near the bar. She takes it and wedges it against the wall as Katie slides in next to her. Oh, God. I hate that the first thing to flit through my mind is an inventory of my appearance. I rubbed a little foundation over a few zits on my chin and threw on some mascara, not really caring too much what I looked like.
My layered tanks are old and stretched, and my khaki shorts are too baggy in the butt. I look like shit. But, damn it, I do. I thought I was past him. So why, when I glance up and see him walking away, does my heart skip a beat? Sam grabs the bag she had just stuffed near the wall. He looks really classy in the white button-down and thin black tie they have him in.
If he comes back, order me the turkey club croissant, light on the mayo. His back is to me, and a petite blond waitress is standing next to him, rubbing her arm against his.
My stomach lurches, and I take a wide berth and walk faster, but before I make it to the bathroom door, he calls my name up the hall.
A little too far
I wonder if she even waited an hour after we broke up to call him. Katie is next to her, glaring thorns at Stacey. I can always count on my friends to circle the wagons. I shrug. Things happen. We all thought you two would end up married.
A Little Too Far
I wonder if she even waited an hour after we broke up to call him. Katie is next to her, glaring thorns at Stacey. I can always count on my friends to circle the wagons. I shrug.
A Little Too Far (A Little Too Far #1) by Lisa Desrochers
Tygokora That and then some more. All the time going to church and confessing of using Lords name in vain Ohh God! Still looking forward to the 3rd book! Thanks for telling us about the problem. It was a q enjoyable read. A Little Too Far is still my favorite, but I think that story was a lot lighter.
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