Jeremiah

I swear The Summer I Turned Pretty has me in a chokehold. Every week I sit here like, “Maybe Belly will finally figure it out.” It’s Conrad. It’s Jeremiah. Back to Conrad. Back to Jeremiah. It’s like emotional ping-pong and I’m the ball.

And yes, Jeremiah’s hotter. Those big doe eyes? Please. But also—are there literally no other men on this planet? We’ve been circling the same two pseudo-brothers since childhood like Cousins Beach is the last town on Earth.

Yesterday’s episode after the bachelor party? Chef’s kiss. But I broke. I looked up the book ending. I’m shocked. I’m spiraling. And I cannot wait for the finale next week (I think).

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