I’m hanging out with you, aren’t I?

No, you’re wrong. I’m allowed to say whatever I want. What I’m not allowed to do is what I want.

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.

He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping...

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.I...

Morning, roomie.” His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

It has been said that art is a tryst; for in the joy of it, maker and beholder meet.

I’m glad we can be friends.”There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.

When he came back, I hid my face within my hands. He said: “Fear nothing. Who has seen our kiss? –Who saw us? The night and the moon.””And the stars and the first flush of...

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.