Something in the Way (Something in the Way, #1)

by Jessica Hawkins

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that even though I’d met Manning first, for some reason, Tiffany thought he belonged to her.

Family shouldn’t mean an automatic free pass to treat others like shit. At some point, you had to recognize people for what they were.

So true so true

Without Tiffany, there was no Lake.

I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted to fight to hold on to Tiffany. But I did know, that was the only way to remain a part of Lake’s life.

Men don’t care about women. They use them. The sooner you understand that, the better.”

Some invisible tether existed between us. Nobody could see it, not even us, but I felt it. I was sure Manning did, too. As long as we both knew it, that was enough for me. For now, at least.

“You make me smile, Lake. Nobody else does. How could I walk away from you?”

Awwww I love themmm smm

Eighteen was a lifetime away. That was two more whole school years, another long summer. It was millions of breaths that would inevitably catch in my throat around him and thousands of pages read across so many books and hundreds of long, sun-soaked California days. But the wait would be, without a doubt, worth it.

But now, my body reacted only as a man. I wanted to wrap my arms around her front, pull her closer, let her feel what she did to me. I was losing control.

Someone else would be her first love. Some other man would be the first to cherish her. The first to ruin her. It couldn’t be me. It wasn’t so much the difference in our ages that scared me, but how much a person could change, could be changed, in only a couple years.

I was better than her at hiding it, but my reaction to her was the same. Physical. Powerful. Painful.

My world had been so dark before Lake. It worried me how far I’d go to keep that light in my life.

It was a promise. No matter what, the story would only ever be about us.

It wasn’t fair. I’d seen him first. I’d had him first. But was I losing him? Was I losing him to Tiffany?

“I like their album covers. Dark Side of the Moon. It’s a good name.”

felt as if her goodness could actually be enough to heal my ugliness. To fill the hole in me.

Madison was never far from my mind. I still carried her around, one long piggyback ride until the day I’d die.

Manning and I were inevitable.

Yes, yes they are...