“Him,” he repeats distastefully, his lip curling. “You like him.” “Yeah, I do,” She shot back, her eyes flashing. He sneered. “Why?” She stared for a long moment at the boy standing in front of her, the boy who had shattered her heart. “Why?” She asked coldly. “Why? Maybe because he’s nice enough to pick up the mess you left behind. Maybe because he doesn’t ignore me when he’s had a shitty day. Maybe he actually cares and-” For just a second, his expressionless face revealed more than he had intended to show. “Don’t you dare think for a goddamn second that I didn’t care.” And without warning, he grabbed her and kissed her. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe and she was intoxicated on his scent. And just like that, she knew she didn’t like that other boy. He never left her breathless from a single kiss. Her heart never felt like it was going to pop out of her chest from a single glance. What a twisted life it is, she thought, whilst her forehead was pressed against his. The boy who broke my heart is the only one who can make me feel whole again.
n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #8 (via coffeeandpoetrydarling)
This is a pretty good excerpt. I’m a fan.
