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

by Emma Scott

“As far as I can tell, it just means the nonstop thoughts in my head are more cunning and can torment me in multiple languages.”

Holden Parish was lounging casually against my dresser. He was dressed all in black but for a long gray tweed coat. “Jesus Christ!” “Not quite, but I can see how you’d make that mistake.” He examined his fingernails lazily. “Actually, I take that back. He and I are nothing alike.”

hahaha Holden you snarky bitch

I frowned. “Who do you know besides us? And Vice Principal Chouder doesn’t count.” Chouder was in charge of student discipline. Ronan spent more time in his office than in an actual classroom.

“Stop thinking, River,” Holden whispered. “We’re here. Right now.” He leaned in. “What are you going to do?”

gah!

With a sound that was half groan, half grunt, River pulled me tighter to him. Possessively. As if making me his. Then he crushed his mouth to mine.

Sweet baby Jesus.

He pulled me out of the lake and breathed life into me…

I gaped. “Good grief, James… You’re a romantic.” “I’ve been told, sir.” “A question: what happens if, while you’re racing down the slope, you hit an ice patch, go veering off course and slam into a tree?” “In that case, you hope the ride was worth it.”

James coming through with the wisdom.

and the idea River had spent a few hundred dollars on me brought back that weak-in-the-knees-my-heart-is-going-to-burst feeling I’d had in the band room.

These two. Fucking idiot romantics.

“River Whitmore,” he murmured to the ceiling. “There was nothing fucking casual about that.”

OMG. That was HOT. lol

“This is to say thanks for a book?” I managed as his tongue licked and swirled. “What happens if I buy you an entire bookstore?”

enquiring minds want to know!

He swallowed hard. “Thank you for loving me when I didn’t.”