The Summer I Turned Pretty Audiobook Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled as I picked up each shard, my mind racing far faster than my hands could move. Silverlake. Why was he going back to Silverlake? Nothing about this made sense, and the nonsense of it terrified me more than if it had made perfect, predictable sense. I swept the broken pieces into a small bag, stood, smoothed my hair back into place, and turned to face them both with a smile stitched carefully across my mouth. "I'm so sorry," I said. "When I heard Silverlake, I just remembered a friend of mine who went through something terrible there. It caught me off guard for a second."

I just wasn't used to caring what I found. "You're crazy." __ SUMMER's Pov: And before he could say another word, I spun on my heel and marched out of the lounge, my whole chest pulled tight, humiliation and something dangerously close to temptation tangled together in a way I didn't have the energy to untangle. "He's insane. He's completely out of his mind," I repeated like a mantra, forcing my legs to move faster, like enough distance might make the offer stop echoing in my head. I marched down the wide concrete steps, clutching my heavy textbooks tightly against my chest like a shield, like if I held on hard enough nothing else could get in.