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378 pages, Paperback
First published October 13, 2016
"All we do is hurt. All we do is destroy, and one of us is always picking up the pieces, trying to move on or forget or not get our hopes up. It's sick. We're toxic."
But sometimes, even when we know something is bad for us, we do it anyway. Maybe for the thrill, maybe to cure our curiosity, or maybe just to lie to ourselves a little longer.
One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65,
you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find-
is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.
-Beau Tapilin
I saw him first, but it didn’t matter. Because he saw her.
I was spinning, tipsy, teetering on the edge of being wasted on Whiskey. I’d dreamed of kissing Jamie so many times, but nothing could compare to how it really felt.


“…the biggest player in the game of life is timing — and you either have that player on your team, or you don’t.”

“He kissed me like he was losing me, like that kiss was his last chance to keep me, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t.”

“It’s just not the right time for us…” I shook my head. “It’s never the right time.”


“It turned out a Whiskey stain was just as permanent as ink, and I wondered if I would ever truly wash myself clean. Or if I even wanted to.”
“My first taste of Whiskey had been nothing. My first shot? Child’s play. I’d been holding back, delicately balancing on the line, afraid of drinking too much —but this was it. I knew it. I felt every inch of the fall from tipsy to drunk. I was completely wasted, and all I wanted was to feel this way forever.”
“Jamie was whiskey, that much I was sure of. I couldn’t deny the way he burned, the way his taste lingered.”
“I was spinning, tipsy, teetering on the edge of being wasted on Whiskey. I’d dreamed of kissing Jamie so many times, but nothing could compare to how it really felt —his hands on me, so strong, his mouth skilled and passionate. My legs were weak and he felt it, taking the weight of me in his arms, kissing me like he’d waited his entire life to have the chance.”
“It turned out I was water, he was whiskey, and I couldn’t dilute him —not now that I knew he loved me enough to let me. I needed to be stronger, to be ice the next time I melted with him.”
“Even if you must move on, please don’t ever let us go.”
Kandi Steiner













The very first time I tasted whiskey, I fell flat on my face. Literally. I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should've been my sign to stay away.
“Jenna and Jamie just made sense, and I was happy to be a part of the tricycle.”
The addiction was born on a chilly February night in the soft sand of a private California beach.




















I knew what he wanted, what he needed in life — but I also knew I couldn’t be that for him. Not yet, at least.
"So if I can’t have you at your worst, and I can’t have you at your best, then when do I get you, B? When does the timing line up for you to stop fighting what we have between us and just let me in?”
“Isn’t okay. We’re toxic, Jamie. All we do is hurt each other, hurt the ones who love us, hurt ourselves.”

“But sometimes, even when we know something is bad for us, we do it anyway. Maybe for the thrill, maybe to cure our curiosity, or maybe just to lie to ourselves a little longer.”
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