Julie Olivia

My heart pounds in my ears—once again, and very notably, not from love. If this type of annoyance is love, no wonder the divorce rate is so high.

she wasn’t Quinn. She didn’t scowl enough, banter enough, or hate me enough.
Yes, I can hear myself.
Yes, I realize I might have problems.

Somehow, her looking like a gargoyle makes her even more attractive.