Free Remember Me by Romily Bernard

Wanted.
    Lucky.
    Milo steps in front of me. “You could do some serious damage with the hardware I’m going to build you.”
    â€œI’m not like that.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    It should be another smart-ass question, only Milo sounds genuinely interested.
    â€œBecause it’s wrong.” I wait for his response and, when it doesn’t come, I glance at him, realize he’s staring at me. “What?”
    â€œEveryone is capable of damage.”
    â€œWell, I’m not like everyone.”
    Milo jerks up his chin like I’ve just taken a swipe at him. “Everyone is everyone.”
    â€œNot me.”
    â€œNot yet.”
    I roll my eyes and it only seems to make his curiosity grow. Milo draws so close I can smell the mingling scents of cologne and computer plastic clinging to his clothes.
    â€œWhat is this then? Like a girl power thing? You only use your powers for good?”
    â€œNo, I use my powers for money. I just don’t destroy people.” Well, that’s sort of a lie. I have ruined people. After I turned in my findings, I’m sure some people were never the same.
    That’s not to say that I did it for funsies. Those guys deserved it. I’m not getting into that with Milo though.
    â€œYou’ve been given a gift, Wick. Why aren’t you using it?”
    â€œI am  . . . just not like that.”
    â€œIf I had your talent, I’d rule the world.” Milo watches the Mini’s headlights draw closer. He opens the restaurant door and a cold, wet wind nudges under my clothes. “You’re special. Why are you hiding from it?”
    I tuck my jacket around me, getting ready to run for it. “Bringing people down wouldn’t make me special.”
    â€œNo, the fact that you could makes you special. I’ll be in touch soon. Pleasure doing business.”

8
    In typical Georgia fashion, it’s stopped raining by the time we get home, but the sky is still marbled with purple-gray clouds and I’m worried about Griff getting drenched if he rides his motorcycle home.
    â€œI could drop you off at your house,” I offer as he pulls us into my driveway. Griff parks and turns to face me. “You could pick up your bike tomorrow.”
    â€œIt’s fine. I don’t melt if I get wet.”
    â€œBut I do?” I’m grinning, even though a little piece of me remembers Milo’s comment and bristles.
    â€œOf course you do.” Griff traces his hand through my hair, his fingertips resting on my pulse like he wants to hold my heartbeat. It. Just. Kills me.
    Sometimes when we’re touching, I can’t even hear my thoughts. Part of me thinks that’s dangerous. The rest of me knows it’s dangerous. Look what happened to my mom. Look what happened to Tessa. They fell in love and it consumed them until there was nothing left.
    I always thought I would be different. When it comes to Griff though, I may not be different at all.
    â€œYou’d totally melt,” he murmurs, raising chills across my skin. “Wicked Witch of the West–style.”
    I laugh. Can’t help it. I love that about him. Whatever tension I’d sensed at Milo’s is gone now. Maybe I even imagined it.
    Griff’s hand drops. “What are you going to do with the sniffer?”
    â€œI don’t know yet.” It’s not exactly a lie. I really don’t know how I’m going to make this work. I just know I will. The transmitter’s in my pocket. I can feel it, and knowing it’s there makes my stomach unclench.
    We climb from the car and I give him a lopsided grin—the best I can do at the moment. “They’re good to have around, Griffin. Maybe I’ll turn over a new leaf, go totally stalker girlfriend, and use it on you.”
    He laughs, looks at me like I’m wonderful, and when I look at him, I feel wonderful. That’s Griff’s gift. He looks at you like