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Lola’s wrong. Somehow, some way, his lights will stay on and I’ll never be lost in the dark.
Chapter 21
“Do you want to see the place where I had my first kiss?”
“Not especially.”
“What? Think you can’t top fourteen-year-old Ricky Moreno with his braces and bad breath?”
The twist of Jonah’s mouth was smug as he slid a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me. A man’s kiss, demanding and deep, leaving me breathless.
“Ricky who?” I murmured.
He arched his brow in that way I loved. “Damn right.”
“It was for me too,” I said. “I want to kiss you again. I want to kiss you so bad I can’t breathe. I want to be with you every second of my life but… God, Kacey, how much time is that? How do I put you through that?”
“And what about you? You continue on, alone?” She shook her head. “You can trust me. Trust me when I say I can take it. You and me. I can take it. Whatever happens.”
“I’m trying to imagine something worse than not being able to eat chocolate.” She froze, then set her coffee mug down, her smile vanishing. “Oh my God, that’s a terrible thing to say to someone with a heart condition. I’m sorry. I do that a lot—just blurt out whatever pops into my head.”
“Hey, it’s cool. I can’t do cocaine anymore either, but that turned out to be a blessing in disguise for all the money I’m saving.”
Her embarrassment fell away with a smile. “Yeah, you look like the cocaine type to me.”
“Total cokehead. Reformed.”
I turned and climbed into the car and didn’t look back. Not even to wave.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.