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

by E. Salvador

She’s complex in her own way, but that doesn’t make her any less deserving. She doesn’t smile, but that doesn’t mean she never has. Her eyes don’t spark with life, but I’m sure they once did.

“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.”

“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.”

“I’m doing everything not to kiss you right now” swoon

I should tell him that he can’t boss me around because I hate nothing more than a man telling me what to do but…this is Daniel, and I find it hot.

“I made you a chicken sandwich with pepperjack cheese and added tomatoes and grilled onions.” Opening the container that’s keeping her sandwich warm, I place it on a plate in front of her. She takes a seat, and it’s small but she smiles up at me. “You remembered how I like my sandwich?” I remember everything about you. “Yeah, and oh…” I open the cooler next to me and pull out a can of Dr. Pepper. “Here.” I think her cheeks burn red but I’m not sure, because her face was already flushed from her run. “Thanks, Garcia.”

The Dr Pepper really sealed the deal, obviously

I hadn’t ever thought about ending it all until that night but after then, I could never bring myself to do it. I was scared because your ‘please don’t go’ words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. They were annoying at first, but it was because I felt like I was your pity project. I didn’t think you actually cared, at least that’s what I kept telling myself. Jarvis says I was self-sabotaging because deep down I knew you weren’t, but I couldn’t let myself believe someone actually cared. I also didn’t want someone to care for me. Because who would be stupid enough to want me? I wasn’t worth it, but you made me feel like I was.”

I smiled because it was the only thing I thought I could do, the only thing I felt I was good at, the only thing I knew I couldn’t fuck up. You can’t hurt anyone if you’re smiling.”

I never told you this, but these tiny fireworks always go off in my chest when I see you smile. I can visualize them being shot up, making that little whistle-like noise all while getting really excited about it happening. And when I lock in on your lips, they go off. That’s just what your smile does. I’ll leave what your brown eyes do to me for another day.