“I found the only place I ever wanted to live again in this girl, right her in my arms. I leaned back just barely, ran my thumb from her brow o the tip of her nose and stopped at her… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I'm sorry," I muttered. "My subconscious is apparently obsessed with you.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share
“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
“Your heart beat is my favorite thing to listen to. When you look at me and your heart rate jumps.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“Imprinting isn't a life sentence. Our people thrive with our significant by our side. We all know the importance of what has happened since… — Shelly Crane Copy Share
“So what was your favourite song?" "Um...the one about the sun sizzling into the ocean." He laughed hard. "What?" "Zeke wrote that song about… — Shelly Crane Copy Share
