Crave (Crave, #1)

by Tracy Wolff

And not just any therapist. My therapist, apparently, since she and my uncle both think I need one. I would argue, but since I’ve had to work really hard not to cry in the shower every morning for the last month, I figure they might be on to something.

Sometimes Keeping Your Enemies Close Is the Only Thing that Prevents Hypothermia

Because when he says stuff like that, it doesn’t matter how drawn to him I feel. I’ve got better things to do than waste my time on a guy who thinks he’s God’s gift to everyone.

She looks at me like I’m a few snowflakes short of a snowball.

“Whatever you want to call it. It’s boring and annoying and I’m over it. So get out of my way and let me go to class before I forget I’m a pacifist and punch you in the face.”

I want to reach for him, want to grab on—want to hold on—but I can’t. I’m frozen, terrified of wanting too much. Needing too much, in a world where things can just disappear between one moment and the next.

My confidence—shaky at the best of times—is about to desert me completely. After all, there’s nothing quite like throwing yourself at a boy and having him turn into a human statue to make a girl feel wanted.

For Lia, I go back to the pre-accident time, hugging her until she decides it’s enough. It takes longer than I thought it would, which, in my mind, proves the theory that you hold on until the other person pulls away because you never know what they’re going through and if they need the comfort.