This interwoven novel of short stories explores the relationships and love lives of teenagers during a blackout on a hot summer night in New York City.
I slip right into his arms and even though this isn’t exactly a slow song, we sway slow, to our own rhythm. My arms instinctively find their way up his shoulders.
He lounges in a seat to himself, his long legs stretched across it and his back to the bustle of New York as if he doesn’t wanna gawk at people like the rest of us.
Every small thing about Freddie Simmons irked me with a passion. But one day, I realized something. All those small things irked me mostly because I was mad at myself for being attracted to them.