#Junkie (GearShark, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

Let the sirens scream and the flashing lights hunt us down. It would probably only make things more exciting.

Hope was a dangerous emotion. It made a man believe in possibilities. It whispered in the back of the mind, even on the darkest of days, even when I was sure the me I thought I was had faded away.

Even though I’d basically committed myself to torment by proximity just by coming with him tonight, I didn’t regret it. The agony of being near him was sweet compared to that of keeping myself away.

Currents of electricity passed between us. It was unmistakable. It was like he knew I was checking him out. He knew and he liked it.