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345 pages, ebook
Published August 16, 2022
I know if I don’t hold onto him, something inside me will fall apart, and I’m not sure if it can be put back together.
”I didn’t think you could want me,” I admit.
His hand tightens on my shirt, clenching into a fist. “How could I not want you?”
“I’m used to not being wanted.”
”I’ve always loved summer. Long, bright days. [...] I used to wish I could scoop up some of the sunlight. Just reach out, grab a few drops, and save them for later.”
”Maybe it’s more accurate to say you get testy. Maybe not all the time. Definitely more than I get testy with you.”
“Because you’re usually the one that does something stupid.”
“If so much of what I do is stupid, why are you always right beside me?”
Jack Benson☀️
He’s more than a sunshine child, really. He’s an embodiment of the sun, full stop.
⟡ Jack’s obsession with Eli’s voice and his laugh???? i was sobbing, it was so beautifully written.
He smiles, a full smile, and my heart picks up its pace. He so rarely offers this smile, and in this moment I know I’m the one to have prompted it.
⟡ Jack’s protectiveness over Eli😩🥺 like he was ready to fight any bitch (literally) for hurting Eli in any way shape or form.
⟡ that to Eli, Jack is literally the sun??? his sun????
I’ve equated Jack to the sun since the moment I met him. Everything about him conveys brightness and warmth and light.
⟡ Eli getting a nose bleed after getting hit in the face by a football because he was too busy staring at Jack? relatable, honestly.
”It’s your fault, really,” Eli whispers. “I was distracted by you.”
⟡ Eli and Jack stargazing together? while Eli tells him stories about the constellations??? and Jack just sits and listens to him talk because he loves the sound of Eli’s voice?????
⟡ Eli buying Jack and orange hat because it’s the colour of the sun, just like Jack is his sun. and Jack being obsessed with that damn orange hat.
It’s not until the end of the day that I consciously recognize how often I’ve reached into my pocket to clutch that soft ski cap, mostly during classes I don’t share with Eli.
Elliot “Eli” James🎹

The first time I met Mrs. Benson, this kind of attention and affection hurt me as much as it healed. It doesn’t hurt anymore.
Now it just feels like love.

I glance at Jack and meet his eyes, catching him studying me, and wonder if he can tell how grateful I am to experience what a family should be.
He’s all wobbly, and I put one of his arms around my shoulders to steady him. He seems surprised by my gesture, and then he smiles this lazy, warm smile.
“You act all grumpy, but you care,” Jack says. “You do.”
I’m very aware of his body leaning against mine, his hair brushing against my cheek. It’s as soft as I’d thought. “I’m not acting grumpy. You’re very annoying.”
”I know when I started hating you. What I can’t tell is when I started loving you, too.”
My heart skips a beat and then picks up in tempo, telling me something I won’t admit to and immediately deny. You love him, you love him, you love him.
Jack grins, and something inside me melts.
I love you.