Every Breath After: Part 1 (Lost Boys, #3)

by Jessie Walker

I turn and glare at him. He grins.

“What about us? Do I mean nothing to you?” You mean everything to me, and that’s the problem.

Our stars are only ever meant to exist from opposite sides of the sun burning brightly forever between us.

I just wonder if they would have gone this long without saying it to Izzy, had it been my chair that was empty instead.

Ouch

In his arms, I’m a stand-in for someone else. In mine, he’s everything I’ve always wanted.

“Every breath after that…it’ll be a little easier.”

Perhaps the universe did me a favor not aligning our stars. To be loved by Mason Wyatt would surely be a death sentence. The weight of it would crush me. Would that really be so bad?

“And I know this is the worst place to do this—again—and probably⁠—” “Jer.” He quiets. “Just shut up and kiss me.”