Where We Left Off (Phoenix Falls, #1)

by Sapphire Hale

Tate. Coleson. The best friend that I ever had. Who then became the worst friend that I ever had.

The other one has his head ducked towards the door, eyes alight and molten, with a grin tugging at his lips. My heart shivers with pleasure as I rush towards the library. Tate Coleson just smiled at me.

I keep walking though, stubborn bitch that I am.

“What are the little tabs for?” His eyes are back on the book stacks, much to my horror. “I tab the useful bits of information. Vivid and grotesque murder scenes, for example.”

“Tate cannot see you like this,” Mitch says. “In fact, Tate cannot see other people seeing you like this. He’s going to go insane.”

wrapped up with a little ribbon, there is a tiny perfect wooden bookcase.

I think that I might love more than just the CDs, Tate.

“Why do you keep saying that I ruined everything for us? How can you say that? I would have done anything for you.”

I take in the shadow he’s casting through his boxers and lose a couple million brain cells.

I should never have believed him, I think to myself. I knew that this was too good to be true. My trust. My faith. My fault.

“Because you turned eighteen yesterday, baby,” he says softly, “so I had to come and get my girl.”