Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.

I’ve spent years thinking Jasper Gervais couldn’t want me, but right now his body tells another story. And so do his words. “Sunny, you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” “Good,” I murmur against his mouth. “We’ll be insane together. I’m so tired of doing it alone.”

I think that’s the realization that hit me at the dinner where I watched Sloane sit beside a man who talked over her every chance he got. She was about to marry a piece of human chauvinist garbage, but she could have had me—if she wanted me. If I’d just told her.

“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”