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

by E. Salvador

Canvas is a website the university uses to manage all classes, and the discussion board is something all professors use to promote engagement. I don’t hate it, but it’s tedious to use when they make you reply to two other students’ posts.

Fuck discussion posts

My heart does that weird thing again. I’m almost tempted to stab myself in the chest to make the rapid beats stop, but I don’t want to traumatize him again.

“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.”

Dios, no tengo suficientes palabras para explicar qué tan hermosa es.

I made her a card. On the front of it, there’s a yellow duck with a black top hat, black shades, gold leis around its neck, and a gold fringed noisemaker hanging from its beak. Next to it, it says, Have a Quacking New Year! On the inside, the duck looks like it’s passed out drunk, feet up in the air, and on the other side it reads, Here’s to making more bad quacking decisions! Happy New Year! Underneath that I wrote, And to making new friends. You can call me Danny now. She softly chuckles. Holy shit, I made her chuckle.

It’s weird how silence can feel so loud, so suffocating, so isolating.

Her lips stretch into a small smile. “Strictly mine. Strictly yours.”

“Annoyed? Baby, I want the whole universe to know you’re mine.”

They were little reminders every day that Daniel was—is happy that I’m here. But saying little is a huge understatement because those words saved my life.

Some days I just wanted to…” He inhales sharply. “Shoot myself because I felt so much and I didn’t know how to make it stop.

“Well, now she’s your ex and one day she’ll be my wife. She moved on; it’s time you do too.”

YESS CLOCK IT DANNY