Intersect (Parallel, #2)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“It may have escaped your attention,” he says, voice low with fury. “But I am crazy about you. I’m so crazy about you I seem to care very little about everything that mattered a month ago. Not my reputation. Not my job. Not my future. All that exists for me is the time we have left, and after that, honestly, I can’t imagine wanting to go on.”

He pulls back just enough to see my face. “I can only assume you don’t feel nearly as much for me as I do for you or you’d get this. I don’t care about the years after you’re gone. I’m not even sure I want those years. I just want the time you have left, every fucking minute of it.”

“I love you, Quinn Stewart. And even if you can’t say it back, I know you love me too.”