Epoch (Transcend, #2)

by Jewel E. Ann

His love is my religion.

My fingers draw into fists, fighting the urge to touch her. She’s not mine to touch.

Don’t touch her. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her.

“No. I love him too much. Even if he’s falling out of love with me.” The last few words break as they fall from my lips.

“I don’t need you to love me back … in this lifetime.”

“Nate?” I say just as he opens the door. “So you want me to leave?” “Hell no. I’m still the boy who wants the girl beyond all reason.”

I lost my grocery store guy.

And maybe this is futile, a team down by twenty points with ten seconds left in the game. But who doesn’t love watching the losing team play hard until the clock runs out?

“It’s an innocent love. It’s a beautiful love. I think it’s even an eternal love.

“Nice to meet you, Samantha. I’m Griffin.”

“I think a part of you will be mine to love in every life.”