Never Let Me Go (Inevitably You, #2)

by Lyla Dane

And what was the thought process behind substituting Cheetos for gummy worms?

I pulled him down to me and slid my tongue into his mouth, praying that my life from this moment on would be filled with days like this. Knowing that life never went the way you hoped.

What is that suppozed to mean you dog

I grabbed thick handfuls of his hair and yanked his head back as he bared his teeth at me. My feral fucking animal.

“I don’t want you. I need you. I’ve always needed you. Whole, mangled, torn into pieces, I will take you however you are. You are the only thing in my life that’s ever been worth something. The only person I felt like I might not be able to live without. And every moment we were apart was not spent living, Gavin. Just surviving. The fact that I get a second chance with that boy—who is now a man that I care deeply about and want to see succeed more than I’ve wanted anything in my life—the fact that I get that, after thinking I’d never have you again, is almost surreal. I keep asking myself if any of this is real, but it is. I promise you, it is.”

You’re the only reason I’m still here right now. I stayed because you stayed.

I quietly finished what I needed to say. What I needed him to hear. “I won’t lose you again. I won’t let anyone take you from me, and I won’t ever let you take yourself from me. Not when I’ve finally found you again.” His lips parted, a soft sigh falling from them. He looked into my eyes and said, “Then don’t lose me, Becky.”

“You’re too good for this world, Beck. You always have been.” I shook my head. “I’m not, though. I’m really not. I have a lot of fucking bad in me, so don’t put me on some pedestal. Both of us exist here, on level ground. I love you, Gavin. Do you know what that means? That I love every single part of you, good and bad. Flaws and all. When I look at you, I see only you, baby. The you you’ve always been. And yeah, you’re a dick sometimes, but you’re my fucking dick, okay? You’re my dick and my asshole.” His lips tilted up a the corners, and god, I was so fucking glad I could still make him smile despite everything. “You sure you don’t want to rephrase that though?”

“You’re too fucking violent, you know that? You need to learn how to use your words, baby.” I pushed even closer to him. “Oh yeah? You gonna teach me, Becky? What words should I use?” His smile was slow and predatory. “There’s only one word I want from you.” I swallowed hard, clutching at his shirt. “Say please, princess.”