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What I don’t realize is that I’ll be fighting the urge to stare at Jasper Gervais for years to come.
Plus, I remember how Sloane looks at a man when she really wants him. And she isn’t looking at her fiancé the way she used to look at me.
I shouldn’t be salivating over him on what was supposed to be my wedding day. But salivating over Jasper Gervais is part of my personality at this point.
He’s always been my gentle giant. Tall, quiet, and good down to the marrow of his bones.
Wish I could go back and warn that Sloane about how he’d grow up to look. Which is to say, devastating.
He looks sad, but edible in a pair of torn jeans and a downy plaid jacket.
“That’s probably what you tell all the girls, Gervais.” “Nah, Sunny. You’re my only girl.”
The beautiful girl wearing my jersey who feels like home.
I’ve never met a man with a bigger heart than what’s in Harvey Eaton’s chest.
I drift off staring at the crystal-blue water. Daydreaming about the girl with crystal-blue eyes.
Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.
his broad back that presses rhythmically against the gray fabric of his shirt as he walks away, knowing I’ll follow because he has my beer and a killer ass.
Jasper: I don’t like talking to people. Sloane: You talk to me. Jasper: You’re not people. Sloane: Lmao. What am I then? Jasper: My person.
yet, to see him smile like that, I’d lose over and over again. I’d sit on a cold roof. I’d dance in the rain. I’d go on a road trip and drink shitty beer and eat greasy foods.
It doesn’t matter that my love for him is pathetic and tragically unrequited. It just is. The sky is blue. The grass is green. And I’ve loved Jasper Gervais from the first day I laid eyes on him.
Those sad fucking eyes on that first summer day that I drowned in them. A dark blue abyss. Sometimes I feel like I sank to the bottom of that deep ocean and just took up residence. I got lost in Jasper’s eyes and never left.
Spearmint and eucalyptus. The scent bowls me over every time.
My brain might be in bitch mode, but my heart? My heart is in slut mode.
“Good girl,” the toned Adonis in the shower praises me,
The truck smells too much like mint and eucalyptus bodywash.
My rock. My comfort. The boy with the sad eyes and the heart of gold.
“That when it comes to you, I’m powerless.”
