Twice.
Once for Adam.
Once for Warner.

I do want you," I say to him, my voice shaking. "I want you so much it scares me.

Can you hear my heart? I want to ask him.

I want you to make a list of all your favorite things, and I want to be on it.

It's not charity," I snap. "He cares about me--and I care about him!"

Warner nods, unimpressed. "You should get a dog, love. I hear they share much the same qualities.

Juliette,” he says.

“Yes?”

I can hear him breathing.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “For
being my friend.”

I turn around then. Press close to
him, my nose grazing his neck. “I will
always be here if you need me,” I say,
the darkness catching and hushing my
voice. “Please remember that. Always
remember that.

It's incredible how someone can look so right and feel so wrong. Kent is a lucky bastard.