Conrad turned to face her fully. The porch light caught the side of his face, the sharp line of his jaw, the dark circles under his eyes. He looked older than twenty. Older than grief.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. “What does that mean?” book 3 the summer i turned pretty
“You don’t have to pretend with me,” Belly said. Conrad turned to face her fully
This is the summer , Belly thought, where every choice is a wound. the sharp line of his jaw