I was breathless, talking as fast as I could. I was afraid if I stopped talking, even for a second, I’d start sobbing again.

“Whoa, there.” Fang smiled and reached up, tracing a hand down the side of my face, winding strands of my hair around his fingers. “Stop talking and let me just tell you how great it is to wake up staring at your face. Okay?

Auteur: James Patterson