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484 pages, ebook
First published February 22, 2025
“I like pink,” Cat said. “Laila’s is purple. What about you?” Jean frowned as he thought it over, […]
“Brown.”
[…]
Brown like the soil in Rhemann’s garden, or the sand where the tide washed ashore, or the dirt roads Cat had led him down time and again. Brown like the gaze that sought Jean out in every room, but that last thought wasn’t one he could linger on."

“No. I will not ride that thing. I am going to take the stairs.”
“We’ll meet you up there,” Jeremy told the girls.
Laila caught hold of Cat’s sleeve, and the girls exchanged a long look. Cat peeled her heels off and hooked the straps over her fingers. “Which way is the stairwell?” she asked. As soon as Jean gestured, she set off with a cheery, “Race you to the top!”
"A cool evening breeze. Rainbows. Open roads. Friends. Fireworks. After a beat he added a tentative, Coach, but that was so repulsive he had to reject"
“No one will take you seriously if you learn French with a southern accent.”
“Does that really matter?” Jeremy asked, studying Jean with a stare that felt prying. “I’m not learning French for anyone but you.”
"Jean tapped idly at Jeremy’s wrist. Jeremy glanced down, curious, but didn’t get a chance to ask. Jean’s lips grazed his cheekbone as Jean turned his head, and every coherent thought Jeremy had crumbled to dust. Jean had to feel Jeremy’s pulse kick up beneath his thumb, but all he said was, “But I’d forgotten—I do not know them in English.”
“Fireworks,” Jeremy said.
“Fireworks,” Jean echoed. He tipped his head back to study the sky once more, and maybe Jeremy imagined his, “This is good, too.”

"You deserve better than that.” That word again; Jean wanted to claw it from Jeremy’s tongue. He grabbed Jeremy’s chin to force his head up.
“Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?”

“How Jean’s kind heart had survived a place like Evermore, Jeremy wasn’t sure. It was bruised and bleeding, but it wasn’t broken. Jeremy wasn’t sure if that ache in his chest was pride or grief. Whatever it was, it was hard to breathe around.”




I am not sorry. Perhaps I should be. But I will choose you every time. You, and Cat, and Laila, every time. I will lose them all if I must.