Daydream (Maple Hills, #3)

by Hannah Grace

because I’ve also been putting him first for as long as I can remember. Putting everyone first, in fact.

I’ve spent my entire life being encumbered by the tasks and responsibilities other people don’t want. I make sacrifices without question because that’s what I’ve always done, and at this point, it’s hard to know if it’s a true desire to help or just habit.

I’m tired of being a passenger in my own life. So if Will is going to spend junior year doing things for himself, so am I.

Junior year is for sure going to kick my ass, but I’m the eldest daughter and nobody taught me how to say no.

“It doesn’t have a name. It wasn’t actually mine, I borrowed it from Ava.” The car pulls up to the curb and I hold the door open for her to climb in. “Yeah, we’re fixing that on Monday.”

“You’re being very quiet,” she whispers. “It’s my brand.” “What’re you daydreaming about?” You. Always you.

“I’d tell you how fucking beautiful you are. That when you laugh I want to listen to it forever. I’d tell you that when I daydream, I think of us. And all the things I want us to do. And all the things I want to do to you.”

This might be my favorite romance book, but we’re my favorite love story. Yours always, Henry