I came to the sobering realization that I was not making it out of here alive, no matter what. I was bruised and bloodied in mind and body, surrounded by the most literal interpretation of...

Don’t start that again. It’s not my fault you don’t have any masculine aprons.””That’s because aprons aren’t masculine, genius.””Don’t make me have you for dinner, princess.””Whatever, Betty Crocker. Knock yourself out.

Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?”Meeting his fiery gaze, I ran my fingers through his hair,...

With the many uncertainties, of one thing I was sure. I could not escape love, the very thing that had kept me mobile since the day I realized I was capable of giving and receiving...

Where’s the victory without opposition?–Joel