Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

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’m more pleased about that than I should be.

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.

Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.

I hate losing . . . and 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.

“See, Sloane? You can wear someone else’s ring, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”

We latch onto each other like we have for the better part of our lives. Because no matter what else is going on in the world, everything is better with her in my arms.

Jasper: Sunny, you’ve always been my girl.