❝cause i remember the rush
when forever was us, before all of the winds
of regret and mistrust.❞
❘❘
EVERYTHING IS BLURRY.
It feels like swimming, thrashing against a riptide in slow-motion, choking on murky water, sinking, sinking, sinking. Drowning.
Everything is fucking blurry.
No puedo encontrarlo.
"Julian!" I stumble into the park on shaky legs, eyes tracing edges of iron glinting under dim lights and lines across a shadowy basketball court and nameless faces of strangers, desperate to find him, find him, find him.
Warn him.
"Julian, ¡viene, está viniendo!" It rips free like a sob; el mundo spirals around me, catching the sliver of guilt in the crisp breeze. "He's coming for you!"
All eyes turn on me, soft murmurs, hushed voices, too many confused stares burning into me. It's hot, too hot, but it's cold, and I can't feel anything.
"Neva?"
That raspy voice—as if he's got smoke in his lungs and gravel in his veins.
My heart claws up my throat. "Julian."
A hand wraps around my arm, twists me, and then we're crashing together with the force of a million fucking mistakes. It's a brutal blow to my chest, an impact that leaves me heartbroken... breathless.
Julian takes my breath away. Julian Rivera steals my breath.
I think he always has.
Because Julian is cold and fucking beautiful, a lawless lost ladrón, something so raw that he numbs away a lifetime of bad choices, impulsive decisions, all the beautifully tragic memories.
Together, Julian and I are ice—invincible and fucking infinite.
Fearless.
We're a million fucking things, messy and hopeless, ensnared in some fucking self-destructive nature, like snowstorms and heatwaves, like everything in a broken world that will always be untouchable and uncontrollable. Wild.
Julian catches me before I fall. Siempre.
"Neva," he sighs, cupping my cheeks. "You're okay. You're okay."
I shiver. "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay."
Dark, glassy eyes meet mine, cast into a soft, sensual shadow of worry. "You're okay."
"I am," I whisper, mustering up a weak smile. "I'm okay, Jules."
And then Julian kisses me, and I'm warm.
It's a bruising stroke of desperation, something savage, yet sweet, something I've never felt before, something that fucking hurts, and as our lips move, teeth clashing, tongues twisting, we're still that intimately infinite moment. We're only a moment, but in that fractured fucking moment, I know. I know.
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RomanceWhen Neva Álvarez moves to Queens, she's merely biding her time between bartending and dodging her brother's phone calls before her final year at NYU, and with the summer dwindling to an end, it's difficult not to find herself drawn to her new next...
