iris.

“why are you always running away from me?” i looked over my shoulder, wishing desperately that my taxi would show. i only looked back again when his hand touched my wrist; i drew back before he could really grab me.

“you make me feel more than i thought possible. it scares me.” i turned and the cab was honking at me impatiently. i didn’t wait another minute, i just got in and ran away once again.

book four of the summer series. {books do not have to be read in order.}