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. I’m so happy you are here!

If you need anything, I’m just a text or call away. I’m so happy you’re here, Jos!

“I feel like Edward,” I joke but it comes off so dry, I wince realizing that may have come off rude, but Vi snorts and hums the beginning of “Eyes on Fire” by Blue Foundation.

“I don’t know the specific shade,” she softly says. “I don’t have a specific shade,” I answer just as softly as if we were sharing a secret. I truly don’t but that changes today because my favorite shade is whatever Josie wears. And today happens to be a combination of all the green hues on her bikini top. Lime green. Yellow green. Dark green.

I don’t know who gave up on her, but I know I won’t.

“I am, by the way,” he quietly says, not looking down at me as we walk side by side. My brows draw together in confusion. “You are what?” “Better,” he confidently and arrogantly states. I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Tone the cockiness down. I didn’t mean to say that. I just meant⁠—” “I know what you meant, and I know my abilities.” “Right,” I drawl. “I’m more than welcome to show you.”

“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.”

But a few moments later, he slips a note under my door. Is it really out of your system? It’s not out of mine.