“I had to choose between getting burned by my father, the sun, relentlessly burning and leaving me burnt. Too hurt, too scorching & overbearing. Or, staying in the black hole of my mother, aborning everything its path. I chose the… — Isabel Villarreal Copy Share Image
“Nick,” I whispered, pressing my hands into his chest, not to get away but in a gesture I hoped was soothing. He stilled and the tumult of his eyes calmed. God, just that, his name and a simple touch from… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
