My perfect lifeab True, I'm in the hospital waking up from a coma, but my loving parents and adorable boyfriend, Wyatt, are here by my side. It's weird that I don't remember themathanks, amnesia! Wyatt's an amazing person. He's a Big Brother, volunteers at soup kitchens, delivers food to the hungryayour basic angel. Your basic filled-out-in-all-the-right-places, naughty-thoughts-inducing angel, that is. Might be the perfect lieab In fact, the more I get to know Wyatt the harder it is to believe he's my boyfriend. The more I find out about my life before the accident, the more I don't like who I used to be. I can't understand what a guy like thatakind, considerate, generousawould see in a girl like me. I don't know what's worse, living in the darkness of amnesia or discovering the despicable person I once was. But I've got to figure out if I have what it takes to be the person Wyatt truly deservesabefore I lose my heart as well as my memories. 90, 970 words... back porch into the kitchen, where Mom was slaving over plates and plates of appetizers: stuffed mushrooms, roasted bell peppers, guacamole and salsa with chips, hot wings and spinach artichoke dip with those homemade tortillas I loved.
|Title||:||Olivia Christakos and Her Second First Time|
|Publisher||:||Carina Press - 2015-06-01|