“There’s something familiar about the curve of her lower lip. The weight cradled by a soft, slender chin. The bow of her top lip sweeps across it in a way that makes me think of the sun setting on the… — A.D. Evans Copy Share Image
“There’s something familiar about the curve of her lower lip. The weight cradled by a soft, slender chin. The bow of her top lip… — A.D. Evans Copy Share Image
“I think I finally understand the saying like a moth to a flame. I’m the moth. My heart flutters like the paper thin wings. And he is the flame, incendiary, scorching my soul. He inhales so heavily, like he’s been holding his breath under water. He presses his lips against mine and tugs at my hair gently. My head falls… — A.D. Evans Copy Share
“I want to move my hands, but they’re fused to his rib cage. I feel his lung span, his heartbeat, his very life force… — A.D. Evans Copy Share Image
