Losing Sweet Talkers

Losing Sweet Talkers

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Christopher Walker never should've noticed Brooke Davis. She was the girl who thrived in the spotlight - all charm, quick smiles, and practiced confidence - while he was the boy who hid behind comic books, sarcasm, and obscure movie quotes no one cared to understand. Brooke lived in a world of Friday night lights, house parties, and whispered secrets in the back of limos. Christopher lived in his head, where it was safer. They had nothing in common. He wasn't her type - not even close. But when they're thrown together for a school project, Christopher begins to see through the cracks in Brooke's perfect façade. Beneath the glitter and bravado, there's someone lonelier than anyone realizes, someone desperate to be loved for more than her smile. Against his better judgment, Christopher falls. He falls hard.
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