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

by Abby Jimenez

“If this were Amber, she’d spend all her rent money on a psychic who paints portraits of your soulmate and then sends you the same painting she sends everyone else. That’s what Amber would do.”

amber is wild for this

But I was best man and it was Beetlejuice themed.

this is wild

“The FBI should hire more women. We’re natural investigators.

THE BIGGEST FREAKIN MOOD LMAOOOO

“When men stop assaulting women they meet on the internet, we’ll stop creeping on them to make sure they pass the vibe check. And anyway, if he wanted privacy, his account would be private.”

tea

The closer to the floor the bed is, the worse humans they are.

“How about we make a deal. If you ever ask me what I’m thinking, I’ll always tell you the truth.” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “What if it’s embarrassing?” “The truth isn’t supposed to be pretty, right? It’s the truth.”

“You’ll never use it. Most of the stuff we hang on to we don’t actually need. My entire life packs into two large suitcases. And if it doesn’t, I leave whatever doesn’t fit.”

i feel ATTACKED

In looking at him I wondered if you see things differently in childhood. If innocence can make anything beautiful.

I remembered what Maddy said about dogs, that they always tell you who the good people are.

“I’m told they’re all the rage. The female gaze and all that.”

Maybe he was right about the female gaze…

But maybe it would be enough. It had to be. So I couldn’t kiss her. But God, I fucking wanted to.

Life had chipped away at her. Filled her cracks with ice. And I just wished I’d recognized what was happening to her before it was too late.

The broken parts and the broken people inside.

“Justin?” He glanced back at me. “Yeah?” “Why?” I asked quietly. “Why what?” “Why did you come?” “Because you needed me,” he said simply. “I will always come when you call.”

“What do you think she’ll be like?” she whispered, after a moment. “Who?” I said gently, holding her to my chest. “The girl you’ll meet after me. Your soulmate.” My heart shattered into a million pieces. If you had asked me yesterday, I would have said it was her. Instead she’d end up being

the one who got away. Not a soulmate, just the love of my life. And unfortunately they’re not the same thing.