I’ve loved you for a long time, ‘ she said. ‘But there was always something holding me back. Maybe it was that I was afraid of an emotion that was so consuming. It still frightens...

Her two worlds, two lives that she tried so hard to keep separate, were crashing together. And she felt helpless to stop it.

Her hand wandered under his shirt, feeling his rapid breath expand his ribs. She hesitated for a second—wondering what the chances were that either of her parents would come home early—then lifted his shirt with...

I had to think of my mom and brother. Of my freedom. And then when … when you became more important than all of those things put together, it was too late. – pg. 171