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531 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 27, 2014
SEMPRE
Grabbing her hand, he pressed it gently to his chest. His skin was warm to the touch, and she could slightly feel his pulse pounding against her palm. “Do you feel that? I’m not going anywhere, Haven. This is yours.”



Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is irrevocably changed.

“Colpo di fulmine?” he suggested. She just stared at him, and he smiled.
“I guess you’re gonna want a translation.”
“Please.”
“It’s when you’re drawn to someone so forcefully that it’s like being struck by lightning.”
“‘il tempo guarisce tutti i mali.’ It means ‘time heals all wounds’ in Italian.”

She hadn’t known what love was, but she knew it now. Love was the fluttering in her tummy whenever Carmine was near, the twinkle in his eye when he laughed, the heat in her body from his words. Love was happy. Love was safe. Love was green. Love was him, the beautifully flawed boy who made her glow.

Grabbing her hand, he pressed it gently to his chest. His skin was warm to the touch, and she could slightly feel his pulse pounding against her palm. “Do you feel that? I’m not going anywhere, Haven. This is yours.”















'But then she happened. The girl who had never been able to call her life her own taught a boy who had a world at his fingertips exactly what it meant to live. He wasn't alone anymore.'












"Fucking three year olds." Carmine muttered, picking up the lollipock and tossing it in the trash less than five feet away.
"They're assholes, I swear."










"He’s finicky and angry, but that's neither here nor there. He's set in his ways, and it doesn't matter what I do. Carmine is who he is."
"I'm not that bad,” Carmine said. “I'm rich, popular. I have a sense of humor. I'm good looking, and not to mention I have a really big—”
They all groaned loudly before he could finish. He just shrugged, thinking he'd summed himself up nicely.
She peeked over the edge. “I don’t want to fall.” “You won’t.” “You swear?” He chuckled. “All the fucking time.”
“Uh, I'm thankful for you all, even if you get on my nerves sometimes,” Carmine said. “Oh, and orgasms... definitely thankful for those.”



"There’s no magical rewind button in life, no take backs or do-over’s to fix things you wish you could change."
"Life’s a struggle, and it would be so easy if it came with an eraser, but it didn’t."








"The girl who had never been able to call her life her own taught a boy who had the world at his fingertips exactly what it meant to live."

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“How about we just be Haven and Carmine?” she suggested. “We don’t know the ending, but we can always hope for the best.”
“I like that,” he said. “Besides, there’s a reason we don’t know how the story ends.”
“Why?”
“Because it doesn’t.”