Twice in a Blue Moon

by Christina Lauren

but some fantasies are easier to play with when they seem impossible.

“Do you want to live in the sun?” he asked quietly. “Or do you want to go back in the shadows?”

I think the fact that I never got to fall out of love with him—that I just had to keep moving forward, stumbling into something new and totally different—means that my brain and heart don’t know the protocol here.

I’m fighting the fear that I’m no more than a stepping-stone to every man who has ever meant anything to me.

“That the worst thing I ever did was for the best reason I ever had?”

For the first time in my life I get it: home isn’t always a space; it can be a person.