The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

“Sometimes the cheapest things are the most valuable.”

That was thoughtful of him . . . and I hated it, because I couldn’t remember the last time someone had thought of what I needed before I had to ask for it.

“Where’s your cell phone?” I suddenly realized I hadn’t taken it with me when I left. I hadn’t had one for so long it was hard to remember. “I forgot it.” “Convenient.” I swallowed. “I wrote a note.” “So I heard.” His gaze fell to my hand. “Where did you find that?” I glanced at the lighter, recognizing I’d brought it with me. “On the floor after you got into it with my brother.” “You kept it.” “Yes.” “Why?” I hesitated, a lie forming on my tongue before I swallowed it down. I felt bad enough about today that I couldn’t stand to be untruthful. “It was yours,” I breathed. It went so quiet I could hear the beats of my heart. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. “You’re forgiven,” he rasped.

He was comfort, security, and need, all in one. It had a name. Home.

“Nico, I’m so sore.” His hands gentled on me. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and captured my top lip between his, kissing me with a sweet pull.

But as my fingers ran down his tie and rested on his chest— Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. His heartbeats raced for me.