He pulled us both into light headlocks and kissed the tops of our heads. Gaze pat Austin’s stomach hard. “My chickens. Do well. Be well. I love you.
I was her something special.
He was like speaking to my own reflection. Things were only between the two of us.
He called me a motormouth because I liked to talk – but then he’d tell me it was okay because he liked to listen.
I had Gaze. He was always just a bubble gun away.
Gaze got a future or I got one. I picked Gaze.
He was making my mouth mine, letting me be the one that decided to be kissed. And then I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was just a girl kissing a boy and free falling into the beauty of permission.
She was reuniting a vendetta with a curse.
Whatever you need. You can take it from me.
But now I knew that my love for her was as real as the blood on my hands.
Each other’s sun and shadow at the same time.
She’d always be my hero. I just wanted to do everything I could to be hers as well.
I’ve always only wanted to save you.
I took a second to go into my bedroom and get the immense bottle of lube. I could only be so spontaneous with what I packed in my pants.
I tried to etch the feeling of the weight of his arm on my hip. Too bad a feeling couldn’t be a tattoo.
Be you. Being you is a victory. Being you and everything you have faced in your life makes you exceptional. Loved. So, so worthy of love.
I couldn’t open cans of biscuits. They were like evil little jack-in-the-boxes.
He didn’t want to be home and I couldn’t stand mine.
And just like that, my battered soul had wings.
This way, Kitten. Look forward.