Turned Pretty | Book 3 The Summer I

Three summers ago , she thought, I would have been sitting right between them.

He stepped closer. Close enough that she could smell his sweatshirt—salt, cedar, something underneath that was just Conrad . His hand hovered near her arm but didn’t touch. book 3 the summer i turned pretty

Conrad looked at her then. Really looked. The kind of look that used to make her stomach drop—back when she was fifteen and he was untouchable. He wasn’t untouchable anymore. He was just… sad. In a way that had nothing to do with her. Three summers ago , she thought, I would

Conrad’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “That sounds like him.” His hand hovered near her arm but didn’t touch

“Why are you really out here?” she asked.

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.