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Susannah told me that when I was born, she knew I was destined for one of her boys. She said it was fate.
My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don’t really begin living until June, until I’m at that beach, in that house.
Conrad gave me a quick glance-over the way boys do at the mall. He had never looked at me like that before in my whole life. Not once. I could feel my flush from the car return.
I couldn’t believe that Jeremiah had stolen my first kiss like that. I had been waiting, wanting it to be special, and it had happened during a game of truth or dare.
“Best friends are important. They’re the closest thing to a sister you’ll ever have,”
I wondered if this was the way old crushes died, with a whimper, slowly, and then, just like that—gone.
Nobody can make you feel like anything, Belly. Not without your permission.
The old pull, the tide drawing me back in. I kept getting caught in this current—first love, I mean. First love kept making me come back to this, to him. He still took my breath away, just being near him. I had been lying to myself the night before, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn’t matter what he said or did, I’d never let him go.
I loved Conrad and I probably always would. I would spend my whole life loving him one way or another. Maybe I would get married, maybe I would have a family, but it wouldn’t matter, because a piece of my heart, the piece where summer lived, would always be Conrad’s.
THE PIECE WHERE SUMMER LIVED LOL
