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

by Abby Jimenez

J-named men are the worst.

Period

“Is his butt still cute, Emma?”

And I still smiled myself to sleep.

“Sometimes I feel like the seasons could come and go and come and go, a hundred years could pass, a thousand, the ground could collapse under us, this house could crumble and go back to the earth, and we would still be standing here frozen in time, because every second I’m with you is eternal. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

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

the one who got away.

What the fuck