Cassidy Jordan knows she’ll die a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday, and she can’t wait. This is her second time here, and she knows what’s waiting for her in The Life-After–the place most mistakenly call “the afterlife.” Getting back there is supposed to be easy: she just has to find nineteen-year-old Riley Davis and help him get his life on track. By the time she finds him, though, she has only seven weeks to help him. Riley will die too young if she fails, and she’ll never see The Life-After or this life again.
But no one told her helping Riley would mean dating him; she hasn’t dated anyone since the love of her first life caused her death the last time she turned eighteen. When Cassidy realizes she’s falling for Riley, she’s faced with a choice: give him the life he’s meant for and leave when it’s time, or give up eternity for the true love she’s never had, knowing Riley will die the same way she did in her first life and that her entire existence could end at any time.
Jennifer Farwell has been writing since the day she picked up a navy blue Crayola as a toddler and began scribbling on her parents’ freshly painted white walls. She’s the author of SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER and ROCK STAR’S GIRL. When not writing novels, she can often be found at a Kundalini yoga class, cheering on the L.A. Kings during hockey season, or curled up with a good book.
Her love of storytelling led to completing a Bachelor of Journalism degree and a Master of Arts degree in English, both from Carleton University in Ottawa, Canada. She grew up in Thunder Bay, Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles with her dog, Pico.
I turn around when John’s band finishes, intending to ask Riley if he wants to stick around for whatever band is on next. Some of my hair catches on his chin, though, and is pulled in front of my face. I’m about to bring my hand up to move it away when his fingers reach out, tucking my hair behind my ears. His thumb comes to rest against my jawbone. It’s not a tingle I feel this time, but more like an entire swarm of butterflies in my stomach.
One day you’re going to kiss me, I think. Or I at least think the words are only in my head until I see the startled look on Riley’s face. I quickly turn my head away from him.
About a minute passes and neither of us says anything. I chance a quick glance at him. He seems very interested in the empty stage in front of us.
“I need to use the restroom,” I mumble, sidestepping him and bolting for the back of the club.
The bathroom is small and crowded with a line of women waiting to use one of the two stalls. I stay there as long as I possibly can. Staring at myself in the mirror while washing my hands, I see that I even look like I’m panicking. I don’t know what I should say when I get back to Riley, so I decide I won’t say anything. I’ll just pretend that those words about him kissing me never came out of my mouth, and he’ll do the same. We’ll go home. It will be that simple, because it has to be.
After I finish drying my hands, I squeeze past the line of women by the door and head back to Riley. He’s still standing where I left him in front of the stage.
“You just missed John,” he tells me, once I’m beside him. “He was here for a few minutes, but then he had to go settle up with the club owner.”
“Okay.” It’s the only intelligible word I can get out of my mouth. I twist my hands together. I’d give almost anything for pockets to jam them into right now. So much for playing it cool and acting normal.
“Ready to go?” he asks.
“Lead the way,” I reply. Three words are better than one, so that’s progress at least.
Riley doesn’t say much on the short walk to his car, and neither do I. He opens the passenger door for me and I’m about to get in, when he puts a hand on my shoulder and stops me. I should have known I wouldn’t be getting off that easily. I turn around to face him, since I know I don’t really have a choice.
He keeps his hand on my shoulder. “You were right, you know.” His voice is so quiet that I’m barely able to hear him.
“That one day, I’m going to kiss you.”
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