Crescendo (Hush, Hush, #2)

by Becca Fitzpatrick

I tended to be more of a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.

They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you’d leave.” I swallowed hard. “I need to know they weren’t right.”

“It’s going to be okay. I want you. I can’t keep doing what I’m doing now, living halfway.”

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

“Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.”

“I love you,” he murmured into my hair. “I’m happier right now than I ever remember being.”