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.

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.

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