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

by Jessie Walker

And suddenly I’m no longer standing in a cemetery, or even in my therapist’s office. But instead I’m lying in my childhood bed, with Mom wrapped around me, staring up at my Avengers poster, “You Get What You Give” by The New Radicals playing through my headphones. I’ll be good. I’ll be better. I won’t give up, and he’ll come back… And he’ll stay. Oh fuck.

I was relieved to be able to kiss, if only to prove something to him—to reassure him. Relieved it got to be me…

As far as I’m concerned, this is it—this is what it truly is like to kiss Jeremy Montgomery, my shy, stubborn boy with his fiercely protected heart; the boy who gave me back the stars…the angels… The boy who held me even when it was likely killing him… The boy who just ripped himself open for me.

He is the void. Him. Jeremy. He’s what’s been missing all along… What I’ve been chasing. Right in front of my fucking face.