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The girl has no idea that most of the time, I’m not even listening to what she’s saying. All I want is to watch her talk.
I think it was the first time I’d felt winded without having run an all-out sprint. I recall wondering if I needed to spend my first period in the nurse’s office because my heart was beating so fast. It was the first time I’d had such a reaction to a girl.
“This song is for a Batgirl turning twenty-two this weekend. If she can hear me, I have a message for her . . .. Come find me, Batgirl.”
“I think you were thinking of me when you mixed this,” she declares as if she knows me better than I know myself. And she probably does. I scoff, “And why would I be thinking of you?” My eyes attach to the smile she beams at me and I can’t help but think how cute that dimple is. “Because,” she giggles, “I’m your kryptonite.”
“I feel a kinship with older dogs. We’re alike in a lot of ways--both looking for someone to accept us exactly the way we are, wishing they’d see that we’re a lot more than the sum of our tattered parts and give us a second chance.” I shrug, looking up at Tammy from where I’m crouching next to Lynx. “I want to restore his faith in us, and maybe he and I will heal each other along the way.”
“I’ve always loved and hated those lips.” “Why do you hate them?” My breath tangles with his. His hips arch up and I feel heat explode in my core. “Because they’ve been a part of some of my filthiest fantasies.”
Logan leans into my ear. “Either you walk upstairs with me now, Anisa, or I throw you over my shoulder and take you. Your choice.”
“Do you know how long I’ve lived with just memories of you, Lo? Do you know how many memories I’ve made since we were kids? All without you.” My face falls, hating how much I’ve missed. “But all my sweetest memories, all the best parts of me . . . have you in them.”
“Those other women were a temporary salve when I was really looking for the cure.”
She’s the song I want to memorize, even if learning the words takes me an entire lifetime.
They say true love is hard to find. But I found it in blue, gray-rimmed eyes that stay on me long after I’ve left the room. I found it in a smile that forms even when I’ve said nothing funny. I’ve found it in strong arms that have broken my falls before I’ve even slipped. They say if you find true love, you should hold on to it. But how do you hold on to something that’s woven into the fabric of your soul? How do you hold on to something you’ve never been without, like oxygen?
