Zach took my keys. “Ready to go?”
“Yup. I told Sadie and Matt we’d meet them at five.”
I leaned against the car waiting for him to unlock my door, but instead he tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. “Hey you,” he said, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me close.
“Hey yourself.”
Warm, soft lips pressed against my own and his fingers interlocked with mine.
He took out his phone, checked the time and slid it back into his pocket. “We have some time to kill.” His lips worked their way down my neck.
“No, we don’t.”
I bit down, but it was too late.
His finger brushed across my mouth. “Liar—your lip just twitched.”
“I love that you know that about me. Joe never did.”
“That’s because he was a moron. If he had opened his eyes to you for a single second—” I placed my finger on his lips.
“We might not be standing here.”
“Well then, thank God for morons,” Zach said. He scooped me up, threw me over his shoulder and spun.
An old man sitting outside on one of the benches shook his head at us and I swear I heard him mumble, “Crazy kids,” which only made me laugh harder.
“Put me down,” I said around my laughter.
My surroundings stopped spinning and Zach slowly lowered me back to the ground until I was eye to eye with him. “I’ll put you down, but—”
I kissed the words away and then when he gave me that sexy smirk of his, I finished his sentence. “But you’ll never let me go.”
“No. Never again.”
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Mom and Dad, there aren’t enough words in the world to convey my gratitude. You have given me the world even when you had nothing to give. Mom, you are my best friend and your input has helped transform this book. I couldn’t have done this without you. Dad, thank you for promoting my book to anyone who will listen, and for putting my book up on every e-reader display you come across. And thank you for coming up with the original title for this book. It will always be
Eric, you have been my constant for twelve years. Thank you for letting me read you page after page of many drafts and even though your feedback of “If I was a girl, I’m sure I would love it”, wasn’t always what I was hoping for, I still appreciated it. Thank you for being such an awesome cook and for the times you cleaned up because I was so lost in my edits. I’m sorry for ignoring you and holding my finger up while I typed a final thought. There is no one else I would want by my side.
To my agent, Brittany Booker, I always tell people you picked me up out of the slush pile reject bin because that’s exactly what you did. You were my one
To Julie, my editor, thank you for loving my characters and story as much as I do, and for always being right even if I didn’t think so at first. You turned my book into something I only dreamed of.
Kelley Lynn, you were my first critique partner, and I have no idea what I did before you. You have read every single draft of this book and your insight has been invaluable. Thank you for always finding the time, for rooting for me, and for truly being a great friend.
Cassie Mae, we got on this roller coaster at about the same time. You’ve been there through all the ups and downs, and provided me with advice and constant support. You are my bestie and I love you. I can’t wait to see where this roller coaster takes us next.
Suzi Retzlaff, I have learned so much from you. You put an end to my run on sentences and prepared me for copy edits. You have offered me so much more than your awesome knowledge and I can’t thank you enough for all your support. I treasure your friendship and am looking forward to what you will teach me next.
Jenny Morris, Rachel Schieffelbein, Jessica Salyer, Leigh Covington, Jennie Bennett, Hope Roberson, Jade Hart and Lizzy Charles: you are more than CP’s and betas. You are my cheerleaders, psychiatrists, and venting board. I couldn’t have asked for a better support system. Thank you for all the laughs and the encouraging words. I love you all.
The Booker Albert team, thanks for all the retweets and Facebook shares. When I got an agent, I didn’t expect an entire agency family and am so grateful to each and every one of you.
Valerie O’Kane for reading my books before anyone else did and loving them even though they were awful.
Aunt Heather, for reading
My Grandma, just because you’re awesome and I need everyone to know that. I love you so much.
To my family and friends, I love you all. Thanks for always being there for me.
To Sarah Dessen, Hailey Abbott, and R.L. Stine for showing me there is more to books than the ones they make you read in school.
And lastly, to the readers: thank you for giving Lizzie and Zach a chance. I hope you love them as much as I do, even if you wanted to strangle Liz at times. I know I did
Theresa Paolo
Theresa Paolo lives in the same town she grew up in on Long Island, NY with her boyfriend and Milton, their big eyed goldfish. She has a hard time accepting the fact she’s nearing thirty which is why she writes new adult and young adult books, reliving the best and worst years of her life through her characters. She put her love of writing on hold while she received her bachelor’s degree in marketing from Dowling College. On November 11th 2011 at 11:11 she made a wish. Two hours later she was laid off. Jobless for the first time since she was sixteen she was determined to make her wish come true. Writing became her life again and after many nights of ignoring her boyfriend to spend time with her characters, she finally received the call that all her hard work, finger-crossing and eye-crossing paid off. When she’s not writing, she’s behind a camera or can be found in the blogosphere or on Twitter, Pinterest and Facebook.
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