Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt.

Either way, we'll ride out together. That's how it is with soul mates. Thats just what they do.

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

Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.

Oh, so you see some chick in baggy jeans and a hoodie, and you just have to have her so bad, you decide to repeat high school, just to get her?" "Sounds about right." He laughs.

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.