Hello, dinner. It’s me, I’m starving. And I know where you live.
Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.
Trust no one,” said Sullivan, “especially Teachers.
Look, Blondie. I’m not asking you to bottom, just to fucking navigate.
Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They fill with lies and broken promises. With despair and lost hope. Each inhale...
I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.
Feeling’s mutual.” Julian tosses him a disdainful look.