The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Her awe morphed into a brilliant smile, and for a second, I was afraid my heart had actually stopped beating.

And I wondered if I’d finally succeeded in chipping past that last wall Monroe had been guarding her heart with.

he put me first.

It became clearer and clearer every day that Lincoln Daniels would do anything for me.

girl you don't even know

He was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“But the grief still comes in waves sometimes, you know? And anger too. Because even though she couldn’t be who I wanted…who I needed…she was still my mom. And maybe she did the best she could, and I just need to accept that—anyways—what I’m trying to say—is that sometimes when it hurts, when it hurts so bad I feel like I can’t breathe, I send her light.” “You send her…light?” Lincoln asked, clearly confused. I nodded against his neck. “I think of the happiest things I can, and I picture sending them to her, wherever she is. Every time it hurts, I send her light. I tell her that I hope she’s happy, that I love her…and, that I forgive her. And then I release whatever emotion I’m feeling at that moment, and I send it her way.”

“I think, maybe, you should send Tyler light. You should talk to him. Tell him you hope he’s happy, that you love him, and then…you should forgive yourself.”

“What if the best way for you to honor Tyler’s memory is to live…for him? And I mean to truly Iive—to strip off the pain that makes it so you can barely say his name. What if we talk about Tyler all the time? What if we honor his memory by making it happy—like he was.”

His eyes were starstruck as he stared down at me. A girl could fall in love in an instant being looked at like that.

“Did I make it better, or worse?” I asked. “Better. Always better, dream girl. You’ve changed my whole life.

We used that word a lot. That we were everything. And it seemed so fitting. It seemed the only word to use when explaining the fact that your soulmate was a living breathing being that set your world on fire just by looking at them.

“Sure you don’t want to talk about those videos on your phone?” he called out casually to me. I froze in place…goosebumps gathering on my skin.

omgggg

"You really think after going to all this effort to make you mine, that I wouldn't be monitoring your phone too?" I screamed. But there was no one to hear me. A second later, I felt a prick in my neck. And then the world went dark.

OMG OMG OMG

Monroe was everything to me. She’d become the reason I woke up every morning. The reason I breathed.

We’d both bleed out before I let her go.

I’d do whatever it took to keep Monroe by my side. Even if that meant losing myself in the process.

“I don’t intend to spend a single night without you for the rest of my life. And if you go before me, I’ll make sure I have a plan in place to go minutes later too. So I never have to.”

aint NO way