We'll Always Have Summer (Summer, #3)

by Jenny Han

But just because you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they’d been there all along.

He was marrying my girl, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I just had to watch it happen, because he was my brother, because I

promised. Take care of him, Connie. I’m counting on you.

I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them cuddling on the couch together all night.

This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved.