Status Updates From Save Me (Maxton Hall, #1)

As I pass James, I straighten my chin, determined just to ignore him. But he takes my hand. His warm fingers wrap gently around my wrist. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin there.
“Good luck,” he whispers. Then he lets me go and walks to the chair that I just vacated.

CRINGE

If I divided my afternoon up by colors, it would look like this:
Purple—Cry my eyes out with Ember
Purple—Cry my eyes out with Mum
Purple—Avoid Dad so he can’t ask me too many questions
Orange—Go for a run with Ember to clear my head
Green—Give James Beaufort the bag back and inform him exactly how far he can take a jump off a cliff.
A good list, in my opinion.

J: “This has nothing to do with my friends or my family. This is me… Horrible and twisted and wrong. It’s time you faced up to that idea.”
R: “You are not horrible or twisted or wrong. I don’t want to lose you,”
J: “You can’t lose a thing that isn’t yours in the first place, Ruby Bell.”