“I need to talk to Landon,” I tell Hardin as he opens the door to his room. He switches the light on and lets go of my arm. “Now?” “Yes, now.” “Right now?” “Yes.” The moment I say the word, Hardin has me against the wall. “This second?” He leans into me, his breath warm against my neck. “You’re sure?” I’m not sure, of anything, really. “What?” My voice is thick, my head cloudy. “I think you were going to kiss me.” He presses his lips to mine, and I can’t help but smile into it, into the madness, into the relief of his affection. His lips aren’t soft; they are dry and cracked, but so perfect,
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You know what? Just kill me instead.
