Baldosas amarillas en guerra

The pain in his voice shot through me like it was my pain, too. At this point, maybe it was.

I knew kisses didn't solve what was wrong with us. But I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted him this close for as long as it lasted. The kiss tasted stolen.

Once you learn how to recognize it, magic is unmistakable. You just need to know what to look for.

I had a lot of work to make up, and I needed everyone to believe I was happy to be home until I had another chance to escape.

Caring too much only meant you were that much easier to hurt.

He refused to meet my eyes. The distance between us that had sprung up last night felt even stronger now. I wanted to say something to him, reach out. But I didn't know how to cross the gulf I'd somehow created. I'd been the one to push him away, but I was already regretting it.

This time there was no mistaking the hurt in his voice, but I turned my back on him. It took all the strength I had not to look back at him as he watched me walk away.

We weren't just soldiers who fought together anymore. My feelings for him were way more complicated than that —and I'd thought he care about me.