Jenny Han

“Earlier, when I said I never wanted you. I didn’t mean it.”

He called again the next night, and the night after. We talked for hours at a time.

And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can’t stop yourself from dreaming.

When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she’d finally forget about my asshole of a brother.

I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.

“You’re my girl, Belly.”

He would know how to make a girl feel like the prom queen even if she was nobody.

“Whatever you want, Belly.”

“Conrad. There’s only you. For me, there’s only ever been you.”

I put my freezing hands on his cheeks and instead of pushing them away, he said, “Ahh, feels good.”

I laughed and said, “That’s because you’re coldhearted.”

He put my hands in his coat pockets and said in a voice so soft I wondered if I heard him right, “For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.”