If There's a Way (Lost Boys #2)

by Jessie Walker

“And I’d rather feel this burden of knowing and loving you than go even a second without you existing somewhere on this planet.”

How do I tell him that now that I know what it’s like to wake up in his arms, I don’t know how I’ll ever sleep without him again?

don’t look away as the final shackle snaps off—his heart beating back at me through his green-gold eyes…

“yes, it’s fucking weird. You’re weird. The weirdest weirdo that ever weirded.”

I’ve got the damn sun in my chest. What does he have?

This, I think. This is all I need. Oxygen? Who fucking needs it? Shit’s poisonous anyhow.