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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.
The beautiful girl wearing my jersey who feels like home.
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.
Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.
And there’s something precious about that, the way he can look at someone and make them feel like the only person in the room. He’s not showy, he’s not the life of the party, but he knows how to make a person feel special, to feel loved and cared for. I’ve never known a soul more truly present.
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.
With Jasper, friendship is love.
She’s the eye of the storm. True North. Somehow our compasses always bring us back to each other.
You can wear someone else’s ring, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”
Because no matter what else is going on in the world, everything is better with her in my arms.
But I know his heart. I’m intimately familiar with all the pieces of it he’s given to me over the years. But they aren’t enough. I want the rest of it too.
“The real question is, do any of those other people matter when I only ever see you? When I only ever think about you? When I’ve done nothing but become more and more obsessed with you since I was told to stay away from you?”
Because we’re me and you. We’re us. Unlikely and inevitable all at once. We’re forever.”
I love him. I love him like that girl ten years ago never could have imagined.
I can see us doing this forever. Taking trips together. Napping together. Doing chores together. Me walking up and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, just because I can, and then carrying on with my shit. Even doing boring stuff is infinitely less boring with Sloane by my side.
You’re not just tattooed on my skin. You’re branded on my heart. Woven into the fiber of my being. The most constant and reassuring person in my life. When I close my eyes, I see you. When you’re away from me, I dream about you. When I need someone to lean on, you are always there for me. God. You’ve
“I love you, Sloane Winthrop. I always have. I love you so damn hard I don’t even know what to do with it. You’re my person. And I think I’m yours too.” “You have always been my person,” she chokes out. “I love you so much.”
And just like that, the boy with the lanky limbs, the caramel hair, and the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen is mine. Forever.
“That when it comes to you, I’m powerless.”
