Excerpt of Finding Home by Roxanne Snopek

“You really think we can be just friends?” Logan ran a finger along her cheekbone, feeling the shudder that ran through her.

“I don’t know, Logan.” Samara’s voice was husky. “It’s like we’ve stepped through a portal or something. It feels like the past is gone and I’m sixteen again, only we’re grown-ups this time.”

He could hear her ramping up and rather than letting it happen, he silenced her the best way he knew how.

He lowered his head to hers, slowly, so she could see him coming. Her lips parted, in anticipation, in fear, out of breathlessness or a need to speak, he didn’t care. He pressed his against them and heard her quick intake of breath.

Her hands went up to his neck and she pulled herself closer, her mouth softening against his, opening, until they were necking like the pair of teenagers they had been, urgently, desperately, the rest of the world falling away until it was only them, no one else mattering, nothing necessary to their survival but that they hold on, hold on, hold on to each other and never let go.