“Joss””What?””What?” Dylan asked back.”You just said my name.””No I didn’t””Sorry that was me.”I sat up, banging my head on the roof. “Who is that?””Hey, stay down here where the air is good, okay?” Dylan pulled...
—Susan Bischoff
‘Tim and Raine are coming in.’ ‘Are they insane?’ ‘Apparently.’
How could I explain why I’d acted that way? How could I explain how scary it was, to find out that I needed her so much? Was I supposed to tell her how she’d changed...
“Crazy,” he muttered softly, “how much I need you.”Crazy, how something like that can feel like a kick in the chest, can hurt that much, can suck all the air right out of your body...
Bleeding from the ear. Oh Jesus, God. That was on the list for not applying pressure. But what did that mean? I couldn’t remember. Couldn’t think.”Is he okay?””You dropped a two-hundred pound log on his...
You know, you guys have been dancing around each other for so long you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It’s a wonder you didn’t rip each other’s clothes off the minute you...
‘Just think of a safe location.’ ‘Are there tennis balls in the soup?’ ‘Come on, be serious.’ ‘A pear camping highway fire mask,’ he said, more intensely. My heart rate, which had finally started slowing,...
I suddenly felt the way Cinderella might have felt if she hadn’t had that convenient midnight curfew: my feet were hurting, my hair was slipping free from its pins, and my makeup was getting all...
—J.M. Richards
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