When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys, #2)

by Emma Scott

“Death wish is a strong choice of words,” I said airily. “I prefer to think that life and I are keeping things casual. No need to get serious.”

“With all due respect, the only thing I extend to those ghouls is my middle finger.

She’s still beautiful, I thought fiercely. Fuck cancer.

To somehow survive if you don’t.

“Tell me something, River Whitmore…” Light flared as he lit his zippo. His eyes bored into mine, seeing through me as if I were made of cellophane. “Aside from me…who else knows you’re gay?”

“The problem is that the guy in question is not my type, to put it mildly. An All-American good boy. Warm, gooey, everyone loves him. He’s the human equivalent of a grilled cheese sandwich.”

And because I’ve only ever lived in a house and don’t know what a home looks like. And yours, River, is the homiest home to ever home.”