“He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he applied too much pressure. When his lips pressed against the pulse at the base of my throat, I… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“Don’t smile, Parker,” Everett said, leaning in to me. “It would look weird on your face.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I was naked under his gaze. Skin was just that: skin. But to see your soul stripped, laid bare for the eyes of someone… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I'm not talking about the scars that separate your skin, Parker. I'm not blind, I can see those. I'm talking about the scars much… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“This doesn’t have to be anything more than what we want, Andra. We don’t need to define this. You are warm, honest, beautiful, and… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I don’t need a thousand people to know I existed. I just want someone to know I lived.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“when I kiss you, I promise you—you won’t be thinking that I might. I’ll just do it. When you’re least expecting it.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I so desperately wanted to be his gravity, to hold him on this earth and keep him from leaving me.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“That night I dreamt of the moment I found my mother’s body. My life was a series of befores and afters: before my mother’s… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he applied too… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“He sighed and moved his hands under water, linking with mine. “You are like a drug to me. Dangerous. Addicting. I can’t get enough… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“Words could bite. When I spoke to strangers, I wanted my words to have fangs.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I don't want to merely exist, Parker. I want to live. I want to leave the world with that one sweet moment.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“My mouth was insatiable, desperate. I had never needed physical touch so intensely, so frequently. I didn't know what these impulses were from, or… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I plucked one plump black olive from the plate and put it in my mouth immediately before saying, “Well, I feel bad for you,… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
