Never (Never, #1)

by Jessa Hastings

“You’re not half as bad as he says you are,” I tell him. Jamison’s head tilts, and his brow furrows. “And yer twice as brave and beautiful than he lets ye think y’are.”

If Peter is gravity, Jamison might be the earth the apple falls to. And I might be a slave to gravity, but Jamison might be the place I prefer to land.

I’m not happy that he loves me because he loves me; I’m happy he loves me like I’m shipwrecked out at sea and he is the first bit of land I’ve seen in weeks. I’m excited not to drown anymore.