I slide my hand between our mouths, just in time. His lips
are soft against my palm. I slowly, slowly remove it. "No, I
don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this
broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full,
when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to
give right now."
Cricket's limbs are still, but his chest is pounding hard
against my own. "But you'll want me someday? That feeling
you once had for me … that hasn't left either?"
Our hearts beat the same wild rhythm. They're playing the
same song.
"It never left," I say.
are soft against my palm. I slowly, slowly remove it. "No, I
don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this
broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full,
when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to
give right now."
Cricket's limbs are still, but his chest is pounding hard
against my own. "But you'll want me someday? That feeling
you once had for me … that hasn't left either?"
Our hearts beat the same wild rhythm. They're playing the
same song.
"It never left," I say.
( Stephanie Perkins )
[ Lola and the Boy Next Door ]
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