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

by Abby Jimenez

“I do love Trader Joe’s,” I said, smiling at the bag. “Nothing like a grocery store that makes you have to visit another grocery store right after.”

It’s funny how when you find someone you like as much as I liked her, the destination is suddenly wherever they are. Even if there’s someplace better, you wouldn’t go if they couldn’t come.

It was funny how much I wished I had these small, normal things. To wake up next to her and make her breakfast. Make plans for the holidays, ask her what she needed from the store on my way home and have our shows that we wouldn’t watch without each other.

“I like you more than like.”

“I like you more than like too,” I said quietly.

I loved that he always made me laugh. I loved that no matter what we were doing, it was fun. I loved that I slept so well when he was next to me, and I felt safe and cared for and wanted.

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

Justin was right. Home wasn’t a place, it was a person. For me it was a whole family.