“I called dibs on Penelope when we were nine, and I made sure every boy our age knew it too.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“His mouth, his hands— his soul— had left their prints all over me. I’d only given Carter my lips, but he’d left them forever branded.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“I called dibs on Penelope when we were nine, and I made sure every boy our age knew it too.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“He tasted like wine and the ocean. He tasted like the sun, the stars. He tasted like home” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“Penelope, when I kiss you, I need you entirely sober. The only thing I want intoxicating you is me.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“I’d spent years replacing her lips with so many others, all in an attempt to heal the scars she left on mine.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“His mouth, his hands— his soul— had left their prints all over me. I’d only given Carter my lips, but he’d left them forever… — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“She tasted like strawberries and wine. So, so sweet and harmfully intoxicating. I was fully drunk on her. Head foggy by her lips, body… — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
