“Kyle must have seen my panic, because when I looked up at him again, his jacket and shirt were off and he… — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“He wasn’t kissing me like I was going to break; he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this… — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“There is a flaw to your plan.” A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly.… — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“There is a flaw to your plan.” A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly.… — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“It's funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like.” — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“Uh, got into a fight with the kitchen or something?” he asked, smirking. I ran my hands through my hair and felt… — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“I’m not fragile,” I teased and kissed him harder. I supposed my bruise would say otherwise, but I didn’t want to be… — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“I was about to sit down when Kyle’s hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness… — Christie Cote Copy Share Image
“Kyle must have seen my panic, because when I looked up at him again, his jacket and shirt were off and he was handing… — Christie Cote Copy Share
“He wasn’t kissing me like I was going to break; he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this kiss.” — Christie Cote Copy Share
“There is a flaw to your plan.” A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly. “I live… — Christie Cote Copy Share
“There is a flaw to your plan.” A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly. “I live… — Christie Cote Copy Share
“Life is like reading a book... Sometimes when you need to move forward you just have to start the next chapter.” — Christie Cote Copy Share
“It's funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like.” — Christie Cote Copy Share
“Uh, got into a fight with the kitchen or something?” he asked, smirking. I ran my hands through my hair and felt remains of… — Christie Cote Copy Share
“I’m not fragile,” I teased and kissed him harder. I supposed my bruise would say otherwise, but I didn’t want to be treated like… — Christie Cote Copy Share
“I was about to sit down when Kyle’s hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his… — Christie Cote Copy Share
