Touching Oblivion (Tasting Madness, #2)

by Albany Walker

“Stop!” Waylynn freezes for half a second, and then she does something she told me she never does—she actually runs.

The candles get placed on the table, and he fishes around in his pocket. “I found this in the drawer.” He holds up a lighter. “Apparently, I have zero fucking boundaries when it comes to you. I want to apologize, but it feels wrong considering I’ll probably do it again.” He drops onto the sofa, placing the hollow metal crutches across his lap. “I will admit that I recognize it’s fucked up, and it always seems to land me in trouble, but I can’t stop.”

Holy hell. “You want a kid all of a sudden?” I’m back to whispering. “No, but I want her.” “For Christ’s sake, you’re the one you warned me about. You want to knock her up to keep her.” I point my finger at him.