“Then suddenly it's a hot day and we're at my apartment and my dress is off and nobody is saying but. He's not saying slow down. He's looking at me and we can't wait. We can't help ourselves. He's everywhere.… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“Angel asks me about Josh and I tell her that he likes it when I fall asleep with my head on his chest. I tell her how he keeps me wrapped up in his arms all night. How romantic it… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“Sam's house is everything I wanted, but didn't know to want...I want to wrap myself in this house like a blanket.” — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“And then he hugs me. Really hugs me. Like he thinks that there's only one of me and I'm special and I'm enough for… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“Alone is how our story starts. But then I came along and changed all that.” — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“You don’t look like anyone special at all,” I tell him. And I curse him. And I start a club to hate him. And… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“Toy is talking and this is why I love her. She can go on about herself ceaselessly and like the scratching of a branch… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“If you give boys what they want, they give you what you need. Right?” — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“I'm far from the world and I see it like a brightly lit ball in the distance. The sky behind it is mostly gray.… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“In the tell-me-again times, (…) when my mom and I lived in a little apartment in a little building downtown, I slept in her… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“I belong here, I tell Toy. I'm hungry for every city block. Every brick building. Every crowded intersection. Electric. I feel brand new.” — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“I want Toy to know that I know. That no matter how many boys tell her they love her, how many boys tell her… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“In the happy times, in the tell-me-again times, when I’m seven and there are no stepbrothers and it’s before the stepfathers, my mom lets… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“And the stories we tell ourselves are not the only stories.” — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
“She's never been touched by a boy who knows what love looks like.I picture Sam's parents, his mom resting her hand in the center… — Erica Lorraine Scheidt Copy Share Image
