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315 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 10, 2012



How horrible uncertainty was. How cruel

He always knew what I wanted
Death wasn’t a waste of time. My mom was gone. I’d never have the chance to know her. But it was through her absence, aching and acute, that I had come to know Rafael instead.
God had a plan for the Universe. And it was a really nice thing to believe
Because my stomach was tight, my chest was hot, and the strangest thoughts kept permeating my better senses – like how full his lips were, hiding sharp teeth; what his teeth might feel like beneath my tongue

Admitting what I wanted felt so much easier than denying it

I couldn't possibly put into words what that meant to me. Nor had I realized until that moment how much of a group project it was to grow up. Each of us is just an imprint of the many people who have crossed paths with us over the years, some more times than others. Most of us never think to say thank you. I know I never had.

Death wasn't a waste of life. My mom was gone. I'd never have the chance to know her. But it was through her absence, aching and acute, that I had come to know Rafael instead.

He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars. He kissed away their ugliness. His lips parted in tingling butterfly kisses that drained the strength from my knees. I realized he was mouthing words against my skin. Not words. Just one word.
Mine.

I sank my fingers into Rafael's coarse hair. I felt him jolt beneath my fingertips. I coaxed his lips with my own, gently, the lightest touch, an encouraging touch. It was dizzy and intoxicating and enthralling and tranquilizing, paradoxically, all at once.

(…)I pressed up against him and kissed him like he was my lifeline, like he was air and I couldn’t breathe. I kissed him hard enough that I really couldn’t breathe, in the end, and my lips ached when we broke away, and we were both panting, him burying his face against the crook of my neck, his breath burning hot against my skin. I felt his heartbeat, jumping and hard, underneath my hand, my fingers splayed against his chest. He felt so alive. I felt so alive. He entwined our fingers and held my hand hard enough to hurt; but it was a wonderful pain, a soothing pain, the kind of pain that reminds you how human you are, how desperately your heart wants, how good it feels to finally have.

How beautiful he looked. Unsullied by the world’s darker secrets; privy to its innocent ones. I could almost believe he was inhuman and had never known anything beyond the profound simplicity of nature, tameless and wild, and the animal hearts that beat within each and every one of us.

“If I’m gone for three days, call the police.”
“That was when I saw him. What little I could see of him was obscured by shadow–but then the flames jumped and cast him in sudden light. He was my age, maybe a little older.”
He always knew what I wanted.
He was across the room in two strides. He took me by the waist in warm hands. And he kissed me.








AND 5 GLITTERING GOLDEN STARS 
“There is a battle of two wolves inside us all.
One is evil.
It is anger, jealously, greed, resentment, lies, inferiority and ego.
The other is good.
It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth.
The wolf that wins? The one you feed.”


no voice, but certainly he has a lot to say.... That's the better line I can find to describe the main character of this story, Skylar![]()