Covet (Crave)

Sometimes there are no right and wrong answers in life. Sometimes you have a sucky hand and you do the best you can with what you’ve got and pray it all works out—and that you don’t hurt anyone along the way.

“The key isn’t to try to live life regret-free. It’s to always try to make the best decision you can in that moment, because the regret’s going to come whether you like it or not. But if you tried your best, well, that’s the most anyone can ask of you.”

And just like that, I reach up and fist his shirt in my hands, tugging him toward me again

“I remember everything, Grace.”

Sooooo, just to be clear. Which vampire is that exactly?”

miss him so much.”
“I know,” I soothe, rubbing her back in slow circles. “I know.”

“Don’t discount your feelings for him just because you didn’t know him forever. It’s about how you know a person, not how long.”

“When I count to three, say ‘Fuck Cyrus’ as loud as you can,” she tells us. “One, two, three!”
“Fuck Cyrus!” we all shout, and she takes the pic.

“Actions have consequences,” I say again. “Mistakes get made. Hearts get broken. But judging those consequences? Deciding the consequences someone must face? Those are just more actions, and those actions lead to more, often bloody consequences. It becomes a never-ending cycle that we have no hope of breaking unless we choose differently. Unless the consequences we enforce reflect not just what happened but why it happened and how we can heal the divide it caused.”

. I just…” I trail off, not sure what I want to say.

“Just?” he prompts.

“Thank you.” It’s not quite what I mean—at least not completely—but for now, it will do. “I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” He leans toward me and for one bizarre second, I think he’s going to kiss me. Every alarm bell I’ve got goes off inside me, and I tense up completely—though I’m not sure if it’s from fear or desire.

I start to say something else, then kind of strangle—whether on the words or the breath that’s suddenly caught in my throat, I don’t know—as Hudson’s shoulder brushes against my arm.

Oh. My. God. He’s really going to—

But then he sinks back down to his spot on the bed…my laptop