Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail (Bright Falls, #2)

by Ashley Herring Blake

but she was starting to believe you were never too old to feel lonely, to wonder where you belonged in the world.

“She left you like you didn’t mean anything. And you do. You mean something.”

“Sexuality is complicated. It’s not static. People change and sexuality can change too.” She took a sip of her coffee. “But this is you we’re talking about here. You’re pretty much the poster kid for compulsory heterosexuality.”

“Like this. The way I feel when I’m with you. Like I’m twelve years old and going through my first crush. Like I might explode if I don’t see you, talk to you. Like I don’t care about anything else in this whole messed-up world but what you think about me. Feel about me.”

You are redesigning the Everwood Inn. On national television.

And just like that, Jordan knew. She knew like she knew Simon was her brother, or the moon’s gravity pulled at the sea. She was in love with Astrid Parker. She was one hundred percent, wildly, make-stupid-ass-decisions in love with her.

the woman she was almost positive she was in love with, whose design she was claiming as her own, and she cried.