I wrote about the person I love most, my older brother, Noah. We don’t live together so I wrote what I imagine he does when we’re not together.””And what is that?” prodded the stout man....

I love you enough to never make you choose.

Come here, baby.” And with my words, Echo leaned into me soft, pliant, broken. “You’re not alone,” I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. “You’re not alone, because you have...

Not sure how I felt about Antonio and Echo, I linked my fingers with hers. Antonio cocked a surprised eyebrow. Damn straight, bro. I just marked my territory.

You know a lot about math,” I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of “Hey, you have hair and it’s red and curly.” Real...

Please, Noah, I don’t want to do this wrong. Tell me how to make you feel good.”He shifted so that his body rested beside mine, his leg and arm still draped over me. I felt...

Noah drew me closer to him. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.

Noah held my hand and my bag as he escorted me to the third floor – the Women’s Pavilion. The elevator bell rang and the doors opened. “Jesus, Echo, circulation in my hand would be...

You scared the shit out of me last night, so forgive me if I don’t want to hear fine as an answer.”I rubbed my eyes, hoping it would keep the burning tears away. The warm...

Noah?”A welcome voice – not my mother’s, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I...

I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.

Wait.” I began to pull off his jacket. “You forgot this.””Keep it,” he said without looking back. “I’ll get it from you on Monday. When we discuss tutoring.”And Noah Hutchins – girl-using stoner boy and...

I’ve got you. I swear to God, I’ve got you,” said Noah. “Stay with me, Echo.”I wanted to. I wanted to stay with him, but the shouting and screams and glass breaking in my mind...

The worst kind of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did,...

Lila stretches the hem of her tank top over her hips as she moves toward me. When she sits, it’s with her thigh melting against mine. Her heat radiates past my jeans to my skin....

Because I want us to be friends again. I made some really bad choices, and I’m sorry. You’re leaving for Florida and if we don’t fix this now, it won’t be fixed.

Nothing makes you think you might need years of therapy like saying the word breasts in front of your mother.