“Again," I whisper. The corner of his mouth lifts, and then I kiss him. Not so gently this time. His hands drop from my face and grab my waist and pull me to him. A small soft groan excapes him,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
