The Best Of Fools (Jane Austen Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Hands in his pockets, wearing the same outfit from the day we met. Black t-shirt. Fitted jeans. His lips twitched and turned up into a funny, nervous smile. All eyes on me. On him. The song. The black and yellow roses tucked between his arm and his side. I didn't know what to do. In a romance movie she'd run up and jump into his arms, they'd twirl around the room as everyone cried in the background. The song would get louder, their hearts would beat faster, and it would be amazingly cheesy. In a comedy, I'd stand there and someone would run in and ruin the moment. In a tragedy, maybe I'd run off and kill myself. Then he'd follow after and do the same. Never understood that one. He closed his eyes and his smiled turned up one side of his face. When he opened his eyes again I was a step closer. He pulled his hands from his pockets and took a step too.
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