“My eyes close as his hands smear mud across my stomach. 'There,' he says. 'Now your innie's a little mud pit.' His hands trail across my middle. I squirm slightly, and his eyes meet mine. They're darker now, heavier. 'Where… — Sabrina Elkins Copy Share Image
“He won't talk about the ordeal he's been through, either in the war or over the last few months. He won't tell me where… — Sabrina Elkins Copy Share Image
“I rest my head against him when our mouths break apart, and breathe him in. I love the smell of him, that mysterious, perfect,… — Sabrina Elkins Copy Share Image
“My eyes close as his hands smear mud across my stomach. 'There,' he says. 'Now your innie's a little mud pit.' His hands trail… — Sabrina Elkins Copy Share Image
“Julian, I need you. Not in ways you can see. But in ways that I feel. If I’m your life raft, we’re in trouble—because… — Sabrina Elkins Copy Share Image
