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384 pages, Paperback
First published January 7, 2014
"Do you remember Jared Holt?"
The name was enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Did I remember him?
When I looked back now, I wondered how it was possible for a heart to be broken at fourteen. But my heart had, because it'd broken for him.
"I stifled a gasp when I saw his bloodied hands. Gashes were opened on each knuckle, the torn skin filled with rocks and rimmed with dirt.
His hands were a complete mess.
I squeezed my eyes shut as realization hit me hard.
It wasn't just his hands. It was Jared Holt who was the mess.
"Come here," I whispered….
"I see beauty and pain. Joy and sorry. I see the good and I see the bad… and I love it all."
"Memories swirled through my mind like the whirlwind she was, the little girl who'd barely had to look at me and I already know what she wanted or needed. Mom once told me Aly had me wrapped around her little finger. She'd been wrong. Aly had held me in the palm of her hand."
"I cared about her. But I couldn't care about her the way she'd want me to. Couldn't love her the way she deserved to be. I refused to ever love anyone again."
"I knew I should push her away because this girl who'd managed to sink her fingers into my spirit was going to end up as just another one of them - a fucking perfect memory to torture me through the rest of my life.
Instead I clung to her, crushed her to me because I couldn't stop myself from taking from her until the moment she was taken from me."
"Did you tell him that you're mine? … Did you tell him that you belong to me?"
"If I believed in soul mates or any of that shit, I knew she was mine. I could feel it, this connection with her I couldn't possibly share with anyone else."
This- this was our deception, where I wanted to live until the day I died. Where nothing was real but the secrets whispered in the night.
It killed me because I could never forget him. Couldn’t because he’d permanently etched himself to me, left a part of himself forever within me. For so many years I’d loved him, but when he’d gone this time, he’d taken a part of me captive too, a piece that could never be retrieved because it would always belong to me.Even though Jared never felt like he deserved Aly, he loved her deeply. He knew she was it for him.
“You were my first crush.
And my only love.
I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
Jared Holt was here.
A whisper of a smile curled my lips. He was real, no longer a veiled mystery that I'd hidden away in my heart. He lived. He breathed.
And God, if he wasn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
But underneath all his armor, I did know him.
Beneath the anger, I recognized the boy I'd known so long ago.
I was pretty sure it was Jared who didn't know himself.
"Aly, you're killing me."
"I don't get you, Jared. Did you think you could stay here and I'd just ignore you? I care about you."
"Don't say that," he whispered, something like grief flashing in his eyes.
"But I do. I always have."
"It was always you, Jared. Always. I can't remember a day in my life when I didn't love you."
"I ruin everything I touch, Aly, and I refuse to ruin you."
“I don’t get to have this. I already told you… you deserve someone who can love you, someone who will be good for you, and you know that’s not me.”
Jared Holt was here.
A whisper of a smile curled my lips. He was real, no longer a veiled mystery that I’d hidden away in my heart. He lived. He breathed.
And God, if he wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“You grew up on me, Aly,” he murmured, the words rough, almost in awe.
Mom once told me Aly had me wrapped around her little finger. She’d been wrong. Aly had held me in the palm of her hand.
“What do you see in me?”
For a moment she just looked at me, intensity pouring from her, before she drew me down to bring us chest to chest. Her breath came as a whisper across my ear. “I see beauty and pain. Joy and sorrow. I see the good and I see the bad . . . and I love it all.”
“It was always you, Jared. Always. I can’t remember a day in my life when I didn’t love you.”
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“You were my first crush.” She sobered, her voice strained as sincere green eyes slanted up to me . “And my only love.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, almost painfully. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
“Look at you . . . you have to be the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
If I believed in soul mates or any of that shit, I knew she was mine. I could feel it, this connection with her I couldn’t possibly share with anyone else. Like we fit, this fucked -up puzzle that made no sense until we aligned the pieces.
I know so many people loved this book and don't get me wrong the writing is AMAZING! A.L. Jackson does an amazing job of writing tortured and damaged hero's who suffer inner turmoil. But...
There is a book 2 which usually makes me skip up and down thinking more of the wonderful characters to look forward to. But with this one my only thought was nooooooooooooooo not more of Jared and his inner pain and torture!!