OMSLAGET ÄR HÄR.

svår att andas. svårt att andas. så så så så så så galet fint. Så PERFEKT! Mitt favorit hithills. Gah, så fint. Vad tycker ni? JAG ÄLSKAR DET!

Inte nog med att det, så la Hollywoodcrush även upp en teaser från Silence, så om ni vill läsa den så klicka på 'läs mer'. Har ni inte läst Crescendo, så borde ni nog låta bli dock.. Kan spoila en aning!

He closed the distance between us, and just when I thought he'd drawn me against him, he stopped, holding himself in check. I exhaled, trying not to cry. He leaned his elbow on the doorjamb, just above my ear. He smelled so devastatingly familiar, soap and spice, the heady scent bringing back a rush of memories so pleasurable, it only made the current moment that much more difficult to bear. I was seized by the desire to touch him. To trace my hands over his skin, to feel his arms tighten securely around me. I wanted him to nuzzle my neck, his whisper to tickle my ear as he said private words that belonged only to me. I wanted him near, so near, with no thought of letting go.

"This isn't over," I said. "After everything we've been through, you don't get the right to brush me off. I'm not letting you off that easily." I wasn't sure if it was a threat, my last stab at defiance, or irrational words spoken straight from my splintered heart.

"I want to protect you," Patch said quietly.

He stood so close. All strength and heat and silent power. I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands; I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.

"But you didn't."