Footsteps In The Dark

Excerpt

Jonah surprised me by grabbing the front of my sweatshirt and yanking me tight to his chest. “The Plan is not to get hurt,” he said against my ear. He squeezed tight, and I slanted to kiss him. I wasn’t sure if that was what he meant to do, but it was what I meant to do.

Piper sighed. She either approved of this development, or thought we should speed things up.

Whatever. If things went south, and despite the whole protagonist pep talk, things probably would, this was the moment to express something. I sure as hell wasn’t going to talk. Words were overrated, anyway.

Our kiss was swift and sweet, scented of pepper, tasting of mint, scraped by five o’clock shadow, and for a handful of seconds, spoke every word I needed to say.

Don’t get hurt. I care about you. Why did we wait so long? Let’s pick this up later.

He stepped away first.

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