Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.

“It still feels like a dream sometimes,” she admitted. “To meet someone who sees me for who I am, faults and all, and loves me regardless.”

Alcohol was for numbing, and I didn’t want to be numb. I wanted to feel every goddamn thing

“We’re coming here every year!” she yelled over her shoulder. “And we need more hammocks!”