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

by E. Salvador

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?

I promise I won’t make it weird. I just need to touch you. I need to know I’m not dreaming, Josie.”

She’s alive, that’s what you wanted. You touched her, that’s what you needed. There’s nothing left between us.

Am I overstepping? I want to make her happy, I want to help her fill the emptiness, I want to do whatever I can to make her feel good, but I don’t want to push.

I’ve never been someone’s person and I doubt I’m what he needs. I’m probably the last person who should be comforting him. But at this moment, it can’t hurt, right?

“With you, yeah. Just tell me when and where and I’m yours forever.”

“I am. I like you, Josie, and I really want to stop pretending like I don’t.”