“He tosses his bag onto the couch and walks around the living room, studying every inch like it’s a crime scene. “I need some advice,” I say with a sigh. Hardin stops at the chair and touches a pair of Tessa’s pajama pants. His fingers run over the fuzzy material, tracing the edges of the clouds.”

“He tosses his bag onto the couch and walks around the living room, studying every inch like it’s a crime scene. “I need some advice,” I say with a sigh. Hardin stops at the chair and touches a pair of Tessa’s pajama pants. His fingers run over the fuzzy material, tracing the edges of the clouds.”

— Anna Todd