"Let me follow you when you run, Rosalie," Ethan murmured, making my heart thrum like the wings of a hummingbird. "Let's get out of here and figure out how to make this work. I can't keep being without you. It's tearing my heart to ribbons." "You'd follow me back to my family?" I questioned, wishing I could see him to gauge something from his expression. Ethan hesitated for a long moment and I knew he didn’t want that. "I think I'd follow you to the moon itself at this point," he sighed.
