Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)

by E. Salvador

To anyone who’s ever felt they didn’t deserve to be seen. I see you.

“Voy a ir contigo, aunque quieras o no. Y no discutas conmigo porque está conversión ya ha terminado. Sí me entendiste esta vez?” Wow. “¿Estás seguro?” “Contigo, siempre.”

All to show, nothing to give.

“Sto facendo di tutto per non baciarti in questo momento.” I lift a brow, holding back a smile. “Well? You know I have no idea what that means.” He stares at me for a long beat, his amber eyes holding me in place and burning me up. “I said, I hope you’re ready to eat.”

“Shut up,” she mutters, scowling at me like it pained her to say it. My grumpy girl.

“Don’t be mean to me. It’ll only turn me on more,”

“It’s okay not to be okay.

If you’re here out of fear I’m going to kill myself, I’m not.” My ring easily slips around my clammy finger as I twist it. “There were a few times in my life when I contemplated it too.” Her words are hushed and reluctant as if she were afraid to admit that.

I’m privileged to be the one you choose to love.”

She laughs, squeezing my hand. “You’re okay with me killing you but not me being with someone else?” “Baby, I gotta draw the line somewhere,” I severely state.