For weeks, a name had been a ghost at their table: .
"Julian, look at me," she said, her voice steady. "Chris De Wit is a man who built a skyscraper around his heart so he wouldn't have to feel the wind. He wants you to live in that same dark room."
Elena pulled back just a fraction, her eyes locked on his. she breathed. (But don't stop kissing me because of Chris De Wit.) "Don't let a man who has forgotten how to love convince you that you have to forget, too."
For weeks, a name had been a ghost at their table: .
"Julian, look at me," she said, her voice steady. "Chris De Wit is a man who built a skyscraper around his heart so he wouldn't have to feel the wind. He wants you to live in that same dark room."
Elena pulled back just a fraction, her eyes locked on his. she breathed. (But don't stop kissing me because of Chris De Wit.) "Don't let a man who has forgotten how to love convince you that you have to forget, too."