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Life sucks, and we’re all gonna die.
I have to get Rain back, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she smells like sugar cookies or looks like a broken china doll dressed by a blind person or because of the way her tits and thighs felt pressed against me on the back of my bike. I have to get Rain back because I know something she doesn’t. Rainbow Williams is a fucking survivor.
I need is for this chick to get the wrong idea about us. I don’t do us. All us does is get you hurt or killed, so I throw an E on the end of that bitch, and I use.
if I can survive the fucking apocalypse, then it makes everything I’ve been through mean something, you know? Like, instead of breaking me … they made me unbreakable.”
Sugar cookies. She laughs like a farm animal. She looks like a discarded porcelain doll that raided a teenage boy’s closet. And she smells like fucking sugar cookies.
Soft and hard. Old and young. Pale green eyes shadowed by thick, dark brows. Soft brown hair grazing a hard, stubbled jaw. A floral Hawaiian shirt covering jagged black tattoos. I’m attracted to the boy in him and scared of the man in him, and I’m pretty sure I’d take a bullet for both of them even though I don’t even know their last name.
Wes managed to do what all the alcohol and painkillers in the world haven’t. With nothing more than his body and his attention, he made it all just go away.
She’s a mess and a mindfuck, but when she smiles, it steals the air from my lungs.
Rainbow the bombshell became Rain the badass. But both of them are just disguises.
“Our job … is to say fuck ’em and survive anyway. That’s it, Rain. That’s our only job. That took me twenty-two years to figure out, and I wish you had twenty-two years to figure it out, too, but you don’t. You have two fucking days. So, I need you to man the fuck up because I can’t do my job without you.”
Her touch is so tender; it causes another surge of emotion to tighten around my throat. It hurts, the way she touches me. It’s fucking killing me. And I’m going to let it.
I want this. I want her. But how can I keep her when everybody fucking leaves?
stop pretending like I’m only here because you kidnapped me. You didn’t kidnap me, and you know it. You saved me, Wes. And every time you look at me, you do it all over again!”
I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing my whole life, and if I keep it, it will kill me.
“What could you possibly prioritize over surviving?” Rain asks, becoming eye-level with me as she steps onto the first rung of the tree-house ladder. “Living.” I smile. Then, I lean forward and kiss my girl while I still can.
Living. The moment Wes’s lips touch mine, I understand exactly what he means. All the death—both past and future—falls away, and there’s only him. My living, breathing present.
The whole time, I thought you were distracting me from my mission, but it wasn’t until you left that I realized you were my mission.” Wes opens his eyes, and his pupils drink me in. “I think I came here to find you, Rain. I’m just sorry it took me so long to figure that out.”
