I wish for adventure.I wish to matter.I wish for a home.

Sudden conviction races through me, almost terrifying in its total certainty. I can’t give him up. He’s the other part of me. He gets what it feels like to be separate from everything and everyone,...

He may be stronger, but I’m not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That’s why he’s here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

When I shoot, the ball bounces hard against the backboard, and flies wildly through the air, knocking the coach in the head. I slap a hand over my mouth. The coach barely catches herself from...

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. “I do”, I admit.

Then again, there’s nothing simple about Will. I think back to what he can do—bend earth, resist shading, his immense strength—and it’s glaringly inaccurate to consider him a human. But then I can’t think of...

Ironic. I’m here because of my inherent dangerousness, but it’s my inherent politeness that makes me put up with this. With him.

He stiffens against me, pain written all over the mess of a face. He grabs my face in his hands. Holds me. “It’s not over. We’re not through, Jacinda.” His eyes blister, glitter darkly.”I’ll find...

Don’t stay away from me anymore.”I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won’t. I can’t promise that. Can’t lie. He opens his eyes. Stares starkly, bleakly. “I need you.

I once saw a show about an amputee who lost his leg and still feels it. He actually wakes up at night to scratch his leg as if it’s still there, attached to him. They...

Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

So what’s the deal with you and my sister?” He laughs shortly and rubs the back of his neck like something is there, tickling, tapping. “Tamra.” Clutching the dashboard, I turn and glare at her....

But you’re worried I’ll get in trouble?” I try not to show how much this pleases me. I’ve managed to ignore him for days now and here I sit. Lapping up his attention like a...

Pleasure suffused her and she snuggled deeper into his arms, her heart clenching when he tightened his hold on her. After a while his breathing slowed and his hold relaxed. Convinced he slept, she whispered,...

I wont let him have you.

His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.

It’s unclear who moves first. We’re in each other’s arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we’re both verifying the other one is real flesh...