Aflame (Fall Away #4)

by Penelope Douglas

It’s not that I wanted to be controlled. I just wanted to be carried away.

“I’m never letting you go again, Tate,” I whispered, almost desperate. “I’m your friend forever, and if that’s all I get, then that’s what I’m taking, because only when you’re here”—I took her hand and placed it on my heart—“do I feel like my life is worth a damn.”

I laughed so I wouldn’t cry. “I feel like my heart is breaking, and I don’t know why. What the hell?” “It’s love,” I heard my mother say. “Your heart isn’t breaking. It’s growing.”