Still Beating (Lost Boys, #2.6)

by Jessie Walker

I’m a fucking trauma magnet, okay? Bad juju everywhere.

He’s here, I think. That’s all that matters in this second. The rest is just noise.

every piece of me was made for every piece of him.

I’m in love with this guy. In love with the way he loves me, fiercely and unabashed.

Our need for each other ingrained in us as deeply as our need for air.

“Still beating?” Will rasps, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Yeah,” I tell him strongly. “Still beating.”

Okay, so I’m not a morning person. Never claimed to be. It just didn’t take until we were dating and practically living together for him to figure out just how much of a bear I am in the morning, especially before coffee.

Fucking incubus.

But my love for you when you’re at your best?”

“It’s unmatched. It consumes me.”