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.”

I was a Tasmanian devil born in a glass factory.

“Don’t you think you need professional help?” “Why? As far as I know, I’m delightful.” “I’m being serious.” “I’ve had year-round, round-the-clock professional help,” I said, pressing the side of my face into my pillow. “This is the best they could do.”

She scoffed and took my chin in her hand, giving my face a gentle shake. “Do you go to school with blind people? How can anyone look at this face and not fall in love?”

It’s easy to love you, my sweet boy. But you have to let it in.

I didn’t want to be anywhere. The urge came over me again, to run out the door and not stop. No destination, just away. “I’ll still be me wherever I go.”

If we help carry each other’s shit, maybe it won’t all seem so damn heavy, you know? Maybe we won’t feel so…” “Alone.”

“Of the three of us, you’re the only one who seems to have his shit together.” “We’re taking turns being a mess.” I nudged her arm. “You’re taking a really long turn, by the way.”

“I’m about to say something extremely emotional and honest. Don’t hold it against me.” “You can say anything to me.” He swallowed hard. “Thank you for loving me when I didn’t.”