Still Beating (Lost Boys, #2.6)

by Jessie Walker

But I miss him. I miss him so much it steals my breath.

“Because sometimes, the only thing that keeps us holding on, is holding on for someone else.”

His eyes are on mine, and mine are on his, and the whole damn city of Los Angeles could be burning right now for all I know.

Then again, we’ve always been better at combusting first and reasoning with ourselves later.

It’s insane. Loving him this easily… Like every piece of me was made for every piece of him.