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

by Jenny Han

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.

Conrad reached out and wiped my chin with his shirt. It was maybe the most intimate thing anyone had ever done to me.

“Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.”

When Conrad Fisher told a girl he loved her, he meant it. A girl could believe in that. A girl could maybe even bet her whole life on it.