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I’ve never loved my family more than when I wasn’t living in the same town as them. Boundaries worked a hell of a lot better when there were thousands of miles between us.
In the last nine hours, I’d spotted seven ghosts. Seven.
She studied my face for a second, then said, “Stunning. How’s your heart?” It was never “How are you?” or “How are you feeling?” It was always “How’s your heart?”
“I’d rather be alone with an open petri dish full of an airborne flesh-eating virus than listen to my own thoughts.” Collins sighed. “Good for you.”
“This town is held together by grudges—grudges and chewed-up gum, Brady.
“Scared?” I asked with a grin, and he shot me a dirty look. I laughed. “C’mon, let’s go wake the dead.”
“I believe in people. I believe that most are good, or at least, they want and try to be. I believe in looking out for your fellow man and doing your best to leave the world better than the way you found it.”
The look he gave me didn’t just give me butterflies in my stomach. I felt like those motherfuckers had made their way all the way to my toes.
I held up my hands to my face like I was holding my camera and pushed down on the imaginary button with my index finger, taking a mental picture that I would store away.
“Fine,” I said as I stepped onto the trampoline, “but if you double-bounce me, I swear to god I will end you.”
When he looked over at me, his eyes were soft. I felt safe in them.
Brady kissed me again and then pulled back. “I think you should—let it go to your head. I think you should be aware of how amazing you are, Collins.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to touch her. “Let me help, baby. Please, can I help?” I was begging her.
I want you slow and deep and demanding.”
“Look at you,” he said right before he spit in my mouth. I moaned when I felt it hit my tongue. “Swallow me,” Brady said with his forehead pressed against mine.