Powerless: A Small Town Friends to Lovers Romance

My last moment and she would never know what she is to me. How much she is to me. That she’s it for me.

Summer: Not touching any of that with a ten-foot pole. Also, Sloane might be dead. She’s just lying on the floor of my gym staring at the ceiling. Willa: Sloane. Pick up your phone. Death isn’t an option. You’re too young and hot. And I still haven’t found out how big Jasper’s dick is.

I run barefoot down the carpeted hallway, taking the biggest strides I can muster while desperately trying to control the laughter bubbling in my chest. It’s freeing. It’s a relief. And before we hit the door, my fingers loosen around the sparkly heels in my hand. I drop them like Cinderella and step out into a dull November afternoon, with my palm

“I don’t know whether to hit you or hug you.”

Violet: He needs you more than he realizes. Don’t leave him. You’re his person. Sloane: I won’t.

Harvey: No, you’re not. None of us are. But you know what will make you feel better? Jasper: What’s that? Harvey: Fixing my wall. There’s spackling and a putty knife outside your door.

Willa: I’ll hug Cade for you if you bang Jasper for me. Sloane: When I bang Jasper, I’m banging him for myself. Summer: Ooooooo! Willa: Possessive. I like it. Willa: Wait. Did you say WHEN?!

“Jas. Get me the fuck out of here. I wanna go to the ranch.” I stare at her for a beat, hands shoved in my pockets, thinking I’d do anything she asked in this moment. And then I reach my hand out to her with a firm nod. “Let’s go, Sunny.”

“Son, I’m going to tell you something that I’d only say to a man as good as you.” He pauses, eyes scanning my face. “In this instance, you’re being too respectful.”