Left of Forever (Spunes, OR, #2)

by Tarah DeWitt

I feel every bit of it in this truck cab, all the memories of every version of his face I’ve known, all the times I’ve fallen in love with him in some new way.

This love that I feel for him again is something brand new, like some charred marshmallow skin peeled away, exposing a fresh, gooey, unmarred center. I’d keep getting heart burnt for the rest of my life with him, knowing we can find a new layer underneath. Until every bit of us runs out.