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For the ones who’ve spent their lives being just a little *too* agreeable. Here’s to getting comfortable disappointing other people to avoid disappointing yourself.
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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.
And for Sloane I keep every promise, no matter how badly they hurt.
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.
Tonight and every summer night after, she sits with me. I don’t invite her. She’s just there. And sitting with her is peaceful . . .
salivating over Jasper Gervais is part of my personality at this point.
And watching her comfort Harvey right now, I let myself admit that the way I love Sloane might not be how one friend loves another at all.
Because she’s a tether that has never let go, even when I’ve wanted her to.
Jasper has always been a sweet boy. But god, he grew up to be a damn good man.
“Nah, Sunny. You’re my only girl.”
I’m grumpy and miserable. The world is dark, but she’s like the moon when we sat on the roof. Bright and pure, shedding a silvery light over everything so that I can still see where I’m going.
Everything in the world feels wrong. But standing here with Sloane in my arms feels right.
I’m so at peace in her presence. I always have been.
The sky is blue. The grass is green. And I’ve loved Jasper Gervais from the first day I laid eyes on him.
“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”
“My years of training and your Stanley Cup Maker. The Perfect combo.”

