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

by Emma Scott

I flapped my hands in the air. “Sure, I’m fucked up. We’re all fucked up. Who isn’t fucked up? But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to be okay. You can be okay and completely fucked up at the same time. I’m living proof.”

Her heteronormative assumptions that I was A) straight and B) automatically attracted to her, were amusing.

Ms. Watkins had a warm smile. “There is no such thing as an ordinary life.” No matter how much we may want one.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and we lay there for long moments, reveling in the feel of each other, touching everywhere. Finally, Holden raised his head, hair tousled, eyes shining. “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.”