Extraits

« Je dois vivre et décider de mes propres choix, de mes propres erreurs. Tu dois me laisser être, même si ce n'est pas mon fort parfois.»

“I know you can control it,” I said putting the joke aside. “Maybe you should learn to trust yourself more.”

“Maybe you should learn,” Isaac said, “to trust me less.”

Isaac’s long face turned into a smirk suddenly. “You’re real demanding for, what, one hundred twenty pounds of human girl?”

My mouth fell open. I would’ve put my hands on my hips, but it was awkward to do sitting down. I settled for crossing my arms. “One-twenty?”

Of course, I loved every minute of this.

“Am I wrong?”

“No, but most guys don’t go around guessing a girl’s weight. It’s dangerous; don’t you know?”

“Well, I’m not most guys.”

Isaac took me possessively into a kiss.

He enveloped me in his arms, his lips pressed against mine so devotedly that it made me mad for him. The warmth of his arms, the smell of his skin, the taste of him; combined, it sent me over the edge. I pressed myself even further against his chest, my lips becoming heavier upon his own the longer he held me there. It was like a dream and I never wanted to wake up from it.