Maura looks stunned, as though she’s been slapped. “What about me? Don’t you trust me?” She gives a hysterical little laugh. Tears are gathering in her blue eyes. “Let me guess: you think I’m reckless....
I feel us tilting toward each other like trees in a strong breeze. I’ve been craving the sight of him for days, but now its not enough. I’m not sure who moves first. The inches...
From my vantage point I can see the back of his neck flush pink beneath his collar. He’s got freckles there, too. I wonder how many more freckle’s he’s got. Are they all over, or...
No matter how safe and beautiful it is, a cage is still a cage.
We don’t get to choose who we love. Or stop loving them when they’re difficult.
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