“pushed my fingers into his thick blond hair. “There is coffee at the” — Sommer Marsden Copy Share Image
“precedes a change. A spontaneous one. One that I do not control, to be exact. Panic swelled in my chest. What would he do… — Sommer Marsden Copy Share
“...he called me whore, slut, bitch…all the beautiful ugly words that secretly thrilled me.” — Sommer Marsden Copy Share
