“I think I finally understand the saying like a moth to a flame. I’m the moth. My heart flutters like the paper… — A.D. Evans Copy Share Image
“I want to move my hands, but they’re fused to his rib cage. I feel his lung span, his heartbeat, his very… — 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.… — A.D. Evans Copy Share Image
“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
