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

by Jessie Walker

“Right now, I can’t stand the thought of never kissing you again,” he confesses softly.

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

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…

He is wrong. That kiss confirmed as much. There is something here…something raw and fragile and foreign, yet…not. Like a forgotten memory, I just have to polish off. There has to be…I can’t be so fucked in the head that I created all of this—all of that—out of nothing.

It’s my favorite song after all. Well, one of them. I have two.

:')

King Jeremy the Wicked, finally ruling his world. And maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll let me be part of it once more…

I catch Waylon and Will colliding on the edge of the crowd in a fierce hug.

Babies

I find Waylon exactly where he was last I saw him—wrapped in Will’s arms. Now, though, he’s got his face buried in Will’s neck, and it looks like Will’s saying something in his ear. You couldn’t even squeeze a piece of paper between their chests, they’re that fucking close.

Obsessed with them

“So,” I say, “uh, where’s⁠—” “Over there,” Waylon says, kicking his chin at some spot behind me. Straightening, I turn, following his gaze. Oh. He thought I was asking about Ivy. I start to say, “No, I meant…” only for my voice to trail off when I spot a second figure. She’s not alone.

You’ll never be invisible to me.

And then the guy with his fancy peacoat and soft, flowy brown hair, leans over, and presses a kiss to the side of Jeremy’s covered head.

Oh no

“My boyfriend.”

Jessie, you remain at the top of my shit list

Shawn is very much straight—probably the straightest of all the characters of mine you’ve met. And he ends up with Phoebe.

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