The Forbidden Equation (Love Equations #3)

by J.R. Gray

I’d Homer Simpson this bitch and vanish into the damn walls if I could.

That was the thing about depression. It wasn’t just wanting to die. It was not having the motivation, endless exhaustion, wondering what it was like to not have to do it anymore and this deep sense that I didn’t belong, so why even bother?

I lifted up on my toes, brushing my lips over his. “It’s that easy.” “Fuck.” He moved quicker than I could react, trapping me against the wall. “Do that again.” I put my hand back on his jaw and joined our mouths. His lips parted, sliding his tongue over mine. His taste burned like liquor, and I barely noticed because he’d ignited a fire in my chest that might never go out.

“You rescued me. I owe you my life.” I grinned at him, more truth in the statement than either of them realized.

All that horse shit about needing to love yourself first isn’t accessible for everyone. It’s telling people they aren’t deserving of love because they have a mental illness. You deserve it.”

“When you touch me, it feels like sunshine. It makes me forget how much darkness I live in, if only for a little while.”

“You are my whole world.” He held my face with both hands. “I love you.”

“You two better not be fucking in there. The walls are exceedingly thin.” “Fuck off, I’m marking my territory.” Matt picked me up and threw me on the bed before taking off his shirt. “You are mine.