“But up close that handsomeness is compromised. By the hardness of his eyes, which are the flat color of acorns pressed into winter mud.” — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“I hug him. I close my eyes, press my face into his already strong and heavy shoulder, and I thank God for this unexpected… — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“There is Greer, with my shadow written across her skin like a stamp of ownership.” — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“I am the leaf skating across the pond again, simply blowing where her words take me, and I can just watch with exhilarating clarity… — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“I knew I was destined to love him. I knew I was destined to be his. There's no place he can go that I… — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“Perhaps Embry’s always had the part of me that wielded the sword, but she… she’s always owned the part that wears the crown.” — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“Please,” he begs. “Please let me fuck her.” “You want to fuck that pussy? It’s mine, though.” — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“And then both men begin moving, going slow to find the rhythm that suits us all best, because of course it's not about finding… — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“I met his eyes, which were almost black in the dark. “Whatever you want.” “What I want will have you flat on the ground… — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“He’s watching me and Greer, and his face. His face. I’ve never wondered before what it would look like for someone to have their… — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
“Here’s what I think, little prince. Here’s what I know— and you know it too. You don’t need to call me Sir to submit… — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
