“He looked like he always did. Jeans and a black Foo Fighters t-shirt, his hair lay over his forehead and around his ears. I pushed my hand through it. "It's perfect. It's you." He grinned, shaking his head. "Zeke told… — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“The words for what I want to say right now don't exist. Everything sounds…so cliché.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“Gran swatted his butt and shooed him away out the door. "Now, we can get down to business." She rubbed her hands together like… — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“He pulled my face up with his hand cupping my cheek and kissed me on my trembling mouth. He smoothed his hands down my… — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“Dad, he's different. He's not going to take advantage of me." "I hope not, 'cause I'd hate to go to prison for murder." I… — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry," I muttered. "My subconscious is apparently obsessed with you.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“You don't appreciate the things that come easy. The things we fight for are the things we keep with us forever.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“Your heart beat is my favorite thing to listen to. When you look at me and your heart rate jumps.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“Was he laughing at me? Was I so pathetic that the thought that not only getting caught, but being humiliated with laughter was appropriate… — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“Her chest began to quake softly. "Why?" "Why what, sweetheart?" I said gently. "Why do you want me?" I didn't even have to think.… — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“He understood that I was in my own head and I was safe there. I'd come back when I felt like I could.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
