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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.
“Hell might be alright if you were there with me.”
Because it’s always felt like she looks at me in a way I can’t hide from, like she sees a little too much.
That’s not how feelings work—they just are, no matter what anyone else thinks of them.
No, Sloane doesn’t need my approval. But goddamn, she has it anyway.
He doesn’t just listen to me. He hears me. He sees me.
Handsome fucking brain-cell-killing jerk.
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.
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.
If you need to bitch about something, even if that something is me, I’ll be that person for you.”
I convinced myself that sometimes the greatest loves of our lives will be our closest friends. And I was okay with that.”
After all, he’s Jasper. The boy with sad eyes and a heart of gold.
“Call your dog off, Eaton,” she mutters as she passes Rhett and enters the log ranch house. “Woof!” Theo makes a deep barking sound
I’d rather have a Jasper-shaped hole in my chest than drag him off the little chunk of happiness he’s carved out for himself just so I can keep him.
No matter how unlovable you’ve been, she’s loved you anyway. She’s loved you when you didn’t love her back and didn’t ask for shit.
“Would you make that gamble?” “Over and over again.”
Maybe not the family he was born into but the one that wanted him the most.
