Just for the Summer (Part of Your World, #3)

by Abby Jimenez

“You’re like a docking station for small vulnerable dependents.”

“You’re just in a different place than I am—” “Then meet me where I am.”

“You’re not asking too much,” he said. “You were just asking the wrong person. Ask me instead.”

I used to never be able to say I love you. It was something I was working on in therapy. To say it meant to give someone power over me and the ability to hurt me.