The Summer We Fell (The Summer, #1)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

I wish someone had said, “Luke will be there. And he’ll still feel like the tide, sucking you out to sea.”

Luke is already in my bloodstream, already poisoning me. Making me want all the wrong things, just like he always did.

“I haven’t loved many things in this world,” he says, “but I loved you from the minute I saw you, and whether it’s today or seventy years from now, I’ll love you with my dying breath.”

“Don’t try to tell a man who’s waited ten years for you that you love him more.”