#Junkie (GearShark, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

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.

“They make it out like it’s easy, right? Like going to college will just lay out your whole life for you. But it doesn’t. College is like being on the starting line of a race, revving your engine to go.”

I enjoyed his presence. His scent. The familiarity of his movements and the way he always ate the fries off my plate. I hated ketchup. But I’d douse my plate in it just to watch him snatch the damn fries off my plate.

Kissing him was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Meeting something so big it made you feel small. It was like standing beneath a galaxy or being the red “you are here” dot on a map of the world. It was like finally understanding the answer to an impossible question.