Tied (All Torn Up, #2)

by Carian Cole

I swallow hard and step over the crack. I make it to the other side, and I grab the hand of the little girl in my memory and pull her with me where she belongs.

I wanted to be responsible for igniting a feeling in a soul just as lonely and broken as my own.

“Oh. Okay…well, if you do it again…climb up to my windows…be careful.” His eyes flash with a darker emotional intensity. “Afraid I might fall?” he asks and, again, his words seem like they might be hinting at something else entirely. “Yes,” I whisper. “Me too.” The rasp is deeper now, raw and scratchier. It reaches my heart and drips down to my thighs. I feel like melted butter. I feel like I’m dreaming.