Where There's a Will (Lost Boys, #1)

by Jessie Walker

There’s only so much time a person’s allowed to grieve before it becomes an inconvenience, I’ve come to learn.

I can almost pretend everything’s okay.

See? See what you’re missing out on? Do you regret it now?

Fuck, he really is beautiful.

Death is a cunt like that.

“The sun will always rise again.” I shrug. “You just need to make it through the night. Take it day by day—moment by moment if you need to—until you reach the other side. Nothing lasts forever.”

I want him. I fucking want him.

“I hate you.” If this is hate, baby, I think, licking across his teeth, I don’t know if I’d survive your love.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s always been fucking you. Don’t you fucking get that?

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?”

“It’s always quieter when I’m with you.”

I want you to love me.