Crave (Crave, #1)

by Tracy Wolff

“There’s not much to be afraid of when you’ve already lost everything that matters.”

Behind her, something catches my eye, and my mouth goes dry. “Yeah, well, that might be a problem.” I barely manage to get the words out past my suddenly tight throat. “And why is that exactly?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Jaxon’s low, amused voice cuts through my cousin’s umbrage, has her eyes going wide and her skin draining of color. “And neither is Grace.”

Jaxon shoots both of us an incredulous look as he helps me to my feet. Then, without a word, he swoops me into his arms.

“Grace?” he interrupts. I wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, I answer, “What?” in what could, perhaps, be described as not the nicest tone. “Shut up.”

“I want him to look at me like it physically hurts him not to be touching me.”

“I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.”

Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.

“Who did that Klimt sketch remind you of when you bought it?” “You.” The answer comes fast and honest. “I just didn’t know it yet.”

“There are a thousand ways to get somewhere, but not all ways are the correct one.”