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But there’s a beginning in an end, you know? It’s true that you can’t reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.”
We could have stayed together in that comfortable silence for hours, and it still wouldn’t have been enough for me.
At the slightest tug, Liam turned, his blue eyes lit up in surprise. I took a step back and pulled my hand back to my side, shocked at myself. It had felt natural to do it—I hadn’t been thinking at all, only feeling a very sharp, real need to be close to him.
When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy.
“Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?”
When I had a thought to spare, it usually went to him,
“Did you know . . . you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breathe? I’ll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight . . . and it’s like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.” He blew out a shaky breath. “So don’t talk about getting me out of here, because I’m not leaving, not unless you’re part of the package, too.”
“Ruby, give me one reason why we can’t be together, and I’ll give you a hundred why we can.
“Oh my God!” I threw my arms around his neck and nearly took us both down. “Thank you,” he was whispering, “thank you, thank you. . . .” And then he was kissing my face, every inch of it he could find, wiping away the tears and soot, chanting my name.
Liam, who could barely lose his temper without feeling guilty. He had fought so hard to escape this violence, and I’d turned him right back toward it. They’d put their hands on him and press him into their mold, and he’d come out the other end of it as the same dark creature he had struggled to avoid becoming.