We don’t always like what’s good for us,” she said. “Especially at first.

I have to go,” he said softly. “But you should take a few minutes to fix your hair; it’s a real mess. And your face is all flushed.” “Maybe I’m just not practiced in these sorts of things.” For a long moment, Ash said nothing. Then he whispered, “Neither am I.” His next words were forced out like a confession. “If I was any good at it, it was only because I’ve imagined it so often.

If you’re in trouble, I swear I will never stop until I get to you,” he called softly. Sage could’ve pretended she was already gone, but she couldn’t leave without answering. “I know.