Pretty - Book 3 The Summer I Turned

Conrad finally touched her. Just her wrist. His thumb pressed against her pulse point, feeling it race.

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. book 3 the summer i turned pretty

“Jeremiah just pretended to fall into the fire. On purpose. For a girl.” Conrad finally touched her

“Am I?”