Oliver Steinfeld promised himself he wouldn't fall in love with her. But it was 4 am, and they were laughing so hard, whispering the most juvenile confessions as they lie next to each other. He felt really alive for the first time in a very long time, and for that, he already knew, there's no more reason denying it-he was screwed.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.