“Are you waiting for an invitation?” I asked, eyeing him standing carefully outside my door. “Is this the part where you tell me you’re a vampire?” He chuckled. “No, I promise the paleness is only because I’m British.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I think everyone does. Even happy people. They may not admit it to anyone, but I think they feel it. I think they close… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I'm angry that you keep pushing me away when I know you don't want to.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“He was still a mystery to me. And God, did I want to play Nancy Drew.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t until I’d walked halfway across the parking lot that I realized: 1. I wasn’t wearing shoes. A. Or a shirt. 2. I… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“She pulled her blonde hair back into a high ponytail, which somehow drew even more attention to her chest. "I don't mean the right… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“He wore his hope like a winter coat, layered over the top of all of him.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“Close your eyes. Remember what we talked about that night after your concert? Living is hard. It was hard when you were thirteen, it’s… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I'm tired of the way we both pretend. Tired of always wanting and never giving in. I can feel it in my skin, see… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
