Owain told me about the beautiful, fair-haired Vesta. It took me several minutes to work out that Vesta was a horse, and that Owain was possibly in love with her.
—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?
No part of you is dark or ugly,' I said sharply, squeezing his hand. 'Not to me, not ever. Do you understand?
Clancy had taught me well.
Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.
No spinning," I said. I wasn't sure my head or heart could take it. Up close, he was so warm, and so beautiful. I was already dizzy enough.
Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?
I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes. "I could kiss you!" Chubs cried. "Please don't!" I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them.
I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.
It feels like we should do something," he said. "Like, send her off on a barge out to sea and set her on fire. Let her go out in a blaze of glory." Chubs raised an eyebrow. "It's a minivan, not a Viking.
But hey, what's life without a little adversity?" That had to have been the fakest attempt at optimism since my fourth grade teacher tried reasoning that we were better off without the dead kids in our class because it'd mean more turns on the playground swings for the rest of us.
Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.
Forgive yourself, but don't forget
