Everywhere Unraveled (Foundlings #2)

by Fiona Keane

“Just let me go.” “When will I get through to you that I can’t?” Jameson’s fingers violently combed through his damp hair. “I couldn’t before and now I absolutely can’t. Won’t. No.”

“Jesus, Soph.” He was on his knees, pulling me against him as his arms securely wrapped around me. “The thought of losing you almost killed me.”

She was my beautiful storm.

“I was waiting for you, Soph.”

Soph was in my clothes. I was dying. Literally.

My heart stopped. “You’re amazing, Sophia.”

Reserved? No. You prick. She isn’t reserved; she is peaceful and hurting. She is beautifully introverted and consumed by trauma that you are now exploiting. Reserved. What the hell?

What happened at Soph’s house? Everything.

Or maybe I needed her.

She was already in my blood, pulsing through my body, and she didn’t know.

“A mess.” A beautiful mess.

My heart hurt, a physical pain radiating through my chest,

I’m hurting him.

“You broke down my walls, Sophia Reid. I can’t move forward without you as my foundation. I won’t.”

She was an incredible storm, a beautiful wild wind, but Sophia was also so internal, so introverted.

He called me his girlfriend. He held me during the storm. He kept me safe. He promised he would…and I needed to run.

It was a promise, it was a challenge, it was love. Love. It wasn’t a foreign concept. I had been loved and had loved others, but this was new. This was terrifying. This was everything.

Profanities coming from Soph’s mouth may have been the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

I don’t do people. I don’t do scary things. I don’t socialize; I don’t talk to people with whom I am uncomfortable…and I had to do all of that, over and over, to be with you. It was incredibly overwhelming.

S’il vous plaît ne prenez pas ma mère…S’il vous plaît…Ne pas lui faire du mal.”

I think my heart just exploded. Or my mind had exploded. One of the two,

“No. I really like Jameson Burke. He’s my boyfriend.” I hadn’t said that out loud. Boyfriend. Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend. Jameson. He is my boyfriend and we’re running away. We’re like the nonviolent, non-bank-robbing, traumatized youth version of Bonnie and Clyde…wait…I robbed a safe.