Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

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.

“That’s probably what you tell all the girls, Gervais.” “Nah, Sunny. You’re my only girl.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, Sunny.” I don’t look back when I hear her soft response. “I always worry about you, Jas.”

Jasper: Sunny. Be less cool. Come save me. The waitress keeps trying to talk to me. Sloane: So talk to her. 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.

“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”

“Are you sore?” “Have you seen your dick?” “Answer the question, Sloane.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, looking all bratty as she does. “Yeah. I mean, I’m a bit sore⁠—” “Good. Get up here and sit on my face.”

None of that shit matters. Because we’re me and you. We’re us. Unlikely and inevitable all at once. We’re forever.”