The first day I met Bryce Loski, I flipped. It was those eyes, something in those dazzling eyes.
The next thing I know, he's holding my hand and looking right into my eyes. My heart stopped. Was that it? Would this be my first kiss?




First love is like marshmallow, sweet and easily melted.
First love is like the first beam of sunshine in the morning, warm and refreshing.
First love is the first person that comes to your mind when you see the word.