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

by Jenny Han

“Did you hook up with Lacie Barone during spring break?” Jeremiah’s face turned white. “What?” “Did you hook up with her?” “Belly—” “I knew it,” I whispered. “I knew it.” Even though I didn’t know it, not really. I didn’t know anything.

Firsts were important. But I was pretty sure lasts were even more important.

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.

“I still love you. I never stopped. I think you know it. I think you’ve known it all along.”

So no, he didn’t give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

There are moments in every girl’s life that are bigger than we know at the time. When you look back, you say, That was one of those life-changing, fork-in-the-road moments and I didn’t even see it coming. I had no idea. And then there are the moments that you know are big. That whatever you do next, there will be an impact. Your life could go in one of two directions. Do or die.

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.