Shadow Me (Shatter Me, #4.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

“Three in the morning?” I gape at him. “Are you out of your mind?” And when he says, without a hint of irony— “No more than usual” —it’s crystal clear to me that this dude is not okay.

Maybe it sounds weird to say, but I know I could love the shit out of someone. I feel it, in my heart. This capacity to love. To be romantic and passionate. Like it’s a superpower I have. A gift, even. And I’ve got no one to share it with.

I still don’t think I understand Warner, but it’s obvious that something about her lights a fire in him. He looks alive when she’s in his arms. Human like I’ve never seen him before. Like he’s in love. And not only in love, but beyond salvation.