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

by E. Salvador

“My name is Daniel Garcia, but my friends call me Danny.” His words are soft, but friendly, laid-back almost as if he were talking to a friend. “And now you’re my friend, so call me Danny.”

I hold her, wishing I could take all her pain away. I hold her like my life depends on it. I’ll hold her until morning if I have to. I’ll keep holding her until I can’t any longer because how the fuck am I supposed to let go?

“Well…when I was younger, I watched Rebelde.”

“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.”

‘Can we guess which type of dog you are based on the way you eat your food?’” “Which one did you get?” I step a little closer to him. “It’s not right.” “Which dog did you get?” “Don’t laugh.” “Tell me.” “Chihuahua.” He sulks, and it’s adorable. “But I think it’s bullshit and they stereotyped me because I’m Mexican. I should definitely sue for emotional distress.”

“You’re worth it. I need you to understand that I don’t like the thought of anyone fucking with you. I’m not doing this out of pity or because I feel obligated, but I do think about that night because…” I swallow. “Because I just do. I can’t help it, and I can stand here and lie but there’s no point.” Raising my hands, I cup the side of her neck. “I care so deeply for you and it’s not because of how we met. I care for you more than I care about anything or anyone. I need you to understand that I’d do anything for you. I need you to understand that I don’t regret what I did and wouldn’t change anything about it.”

“My heart begs for you.” “Maybe it’s heartburn?”