Don't Forget Me Tomorrow (Time River, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

I wondered if I was the only one who noticed the disorder that writhed beneath his blasé exterior. If they felt the current of goodness laced with corruption.

When the air seemed to shimmer with light and the edges of my consciousness got pulled toward his darkness. When I got stuck in something that felt like the swelling of need. A blaze of something that could scorch me to the bone. The part of me that couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it, too.

But I needed to remember that just looking at Ryder broke my heart. And I could only imagine what would happen if he touched me—even if it was only once.