Meet Me in the Blue (Hemlock Harbor, #1)

by A.M. Johnson

Death had a way of making anger feel petty.

Rook grasped the back of my neck, drawing us together again, his kiss intense, like he’d been holding it in his whole life,

If I closed my eyes, I could see it all unfold, see the sulky nine-year-old who never wanted to move in the first place, the pre-teen who had learned something too big and too scary about himself, the young man who’d fallen in love with his best friend, and the idiot who ran away from it all.