Where there is life, there is hope.

Trust works both ways

And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.

You hurt my feelings." He shoots me a wounded look. "I wasn't aware that you had any.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Rules should always be bent, if not broken. It's the only way to have any fun.

One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.