From Air (Wildfire, #1)

by Jewel E. Ann

“You should get a gun and a vibrator.”

God took a little extra time sculpting Calvin Fitzgerald—

I’m unsure if I despise Calvin Fitzgerald or if he’s officially my newest obsession.

She could make a visual meditation app. This shit’s my crack.

“You’re generous. Distractingly mesmerizing. Quirky in a brilliant way. And ineffably beautiful.”

“You kissed me, Fitz. Twice. Why did you kiss me?” “Because not kissing you became too exhausting.”

Gary hugs me after the last round. Fitz watches. Evette hugs me again too. Fitz watches.

“You’re an illusion.” He messes with my backpack strap, giving his gaze a new place to focus. “A distraction. I can’t stop looking at you. And I can’t stop navigating closer to you, even though I know you’re unreachable.”

I don’t want to kiss this woman. I need to kiss her. It’s my biggest weakness.

It’s the sexiest, most divine thing I have ever witnessed. But the grim reality is that this is nothing more than an illusion.

This weekend, we crashed. In a blink, I’ll feel lost.

“Jaymes, if I were normal, I’d love you enough. The problem is, I’m not normal, so I’d love you too much.”

“But I’m twenty-five, and I’ve lost my parents. My past feels like a lie. My best friend lives on the other side of the country. And I’ve fallen in love with a man who can never be mine.”

if I’m alive when you leave this earth, I will grieve you. Your smile. Your laughter. Your touch.”

“But I won’t regret anything. This love is worth the pain.”

“Don’t love me like a martyr,” she whispers thickly, strangled with emotion. “Love me like a hero. Jump without looking back.”

“I will love you like a hero. Jump without looking back. I will fight for you. I will save us.”