When It Ends

by Penelope Black

And not for the first time, I fucking hate her for making me hate her.

I let her slip through my fingers all those years ago, and I’ll be damned if I let it happen a second time.

“You’re staring.” My gaze snaps to the windshield and my neck straightens. “I was not.” “It’s alright, baby girl. I like the way your eyes feel on me,” he murmurs.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her or break her trust, but she has to know that I’ll protect what’s mine. And make no mistake, Amelia Christensen is mine.

my sixth-grade gym teacher once told me I was scrappy for someone so short. And I’ve worn that backhanded compliment like a warning label for a decade.

“I think falling in love at the end of the world would be tragic. Reckless, even.”

“What if this is it? If this is when it ends?” Sonny smooths his thumb between my bunched brows. “Then I’ll find you in the next life.” “And in the one after that,” West vows. “In every life,” Cole promises.

“In every lifetime, baby. I’ll find you in every single one, and I’ll never stop.”

You’re the love of my life, in every life.”