Intersect (Parallel, #2)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“I was thinking of many, many pieces spaced out in small increments,” I whisper.

“So you agree?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “I’m just not good at turning down pizza.”

It feels like whoever’s changing your life has stolen something from me. I should have taken you to Prom. I should have been your first kiss, your first everything, and I fucking hate that I wasn’t.”