Booktree.ngIt-Starts-with-Us-Colleen-Hoover

I put the car in reverse. “Not even close after everything I just read. Not
sure anything could top this date.”
“You have very low standards, Atlas.”
I find her self-deprecation adorably attractive. “I have a question about
your journal.”
“What?” She’s wiping away a smear of mascara. Everything about her
seems so defeated now that she thinks she ruined our date. I can’t stop
smiling, though.
“The night of our first kiss… did you put the blankets in the washer on
purpose? Was that a trick to get me to sleep in your bed?”
She scrunches up her nose. “You read that far?”
“You were asleep for a long time.”
She contemplates my question, and then nods an admission. “I wanted
you to be my first kiss back then, and that wouldn’t have happened if you
kept sleeping on the floor.”
She’s probably right about that. And it worked.
It’s still working, because reading her description of our first kiss
brought back every feeling she pulled out of me that night. She could sleep
the entire way back home, and I’d still think this was the best date I’ve ever
been on.