Touching Oblivion (Tasting Madness, #2)

by Albany Walker

I’d probably be jumping the gun on the intimacy steps. I’ve barely been able to kiss her, and I want to enjoy each and every moment of the journey.

“Green pepper and feta.” “Holy shit! Please tell me you’re joking and that’s not Waylynn’s pizza pick.” “You said anything,” I remind him. “Yeah, but you know I hate peppers, and is that the crumbly cheese?” He makes a retching sound. “I think I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Since you’re here, you can bring your light down and help me find the box,” I tell Oswald, and he starts to snicker. “You don’t know where the box is, Memphis.” “Shut up.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know where the box is either, but I know it’s down there,” Waylynn says innocently, which makes Oz really start to laugh. “Your box is down there?” “Oh my gosh, shut up.”