You taste like mine.

I close my eyes and think about the only thing that makes life worth the trials: Emma Kingsley, her sweet smile, and the laugh that make me believe in a future.

The idea that I could lose her again… it’s unbearable.

We need you to come home.

See, this is the thing.” He leans closer. “Me kissing you, you disappearing, that’s my nightmare.

My lips part, wanting to tell him a story, wanting to kiss him more than I want to breathe

I’m memorizing what takes me away. What saves me.

Baby, you want to talk about what happened, go for it. I’m listening. But you know, I’m no angel, and I’m not finished dancing with the devil. If anyone ever hurts you like that again, there’s nothing I won’t do to protect you. To make sure you’re never hurt again.