Matchmaker (Empire High, #4)

by Ivy Smoak

“It feels like you’re disappearing on me. And I don’t know how to live without you.”

“I don’t want to do this without you anymore. I feel guilty all the time. I feel like fucking shit every day, Brooklyn.”

“You’ll regret kissing me in the morning.” “Who said I was going to kiss you?” She laughed. “Matt…” I grabbed the side of her face. “Fine. Yeah, I’m going to kiss you.”

“He’ll love you differently. The way you need to be loved. Different isn’t less.”