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down his face, nothing but his eyes full of a world I’m dying
to be a part of.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he whispers.
“It’s what I am,” I choke.
“No. Warner’s wrong about you,” Adam says. “He wants
you to be someone you’re not, and you can’t let him break
you. Don’t let him get into your head. He wants you to think
you’re a monster. He wants you to think you have no choice
but to join him. He wants you to think you’ll never be able to
live a normal life—”
“But I won’t live a normal life.” I swallow a hiccup. “Not
ever—I’ll n-never—”
Adam is shaking his head. “You will. We’re going to get out
of here. I won’t let this happen to you.”
“H-how could you possibly care about someone . . . like
me?” I’m barely breathing, nervous and petrified but
somehow staring at his lips, studying the shape, counting
the drops of water tumbling over the hills and valleys of his
mouth.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
I swallow my stomach. My eyes snap up to read his face
but I’m a mess of electricity, humming with life and
lightning, hot and cold and my heart is erratic. I’m shaking
in his arms and my lips have parted for no reason at all.
His mouth softens into a smile. My bones have
disappeared.
I’m spinning with delirium.
His nose is touching my nose, his lips one breath away, his
eyes devouring me already and I’m a puddle with no arms
and no legs. I can smell him everywhere; I feel every point
of his figure pressed against mine. His hands at my waist,
gripping my hips, his legs flush against my own, his chest
overpowering me with strength, his frame built by bricks of
desire. The taste of his words lingers on my lips.
“Really . . . ?” I have one whisper of incredulity, one
conscious effort to believe what’s never been done. I’m