“I want to feel you.” “You feel me every day,” he pulls my hand to his lips and kisses the inside of my palm. “No, I want to feel you my way,” I say uneasily. He stares down at me… — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“Are you ready to pick up the pieces?" I ask quickly. "Yes, and I know exactly where each one goes.” — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“I want to be the father I never had and the husband my mother was cheated out of. So if I have to take… — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“Alana, you could never disappoint me," he shifts while still on top of me. "I may have had more lovers than you, and I… — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“I've been dead for five years Alana." "You look pretty alive to me." He shakes his head, "I came back to life five minutes… — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“I don't understand it. Addiction. The pull or the control, the want or the need.” — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“I want to feel you.” “You feel me every day,” he pulls my hand to his lips and kisses the inside of my palm.… — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“Only a few months ago, standing in front of thousands of people would have made me suicidal. But tonight, I can enjoy the holiday… — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
“You have power, you have force, and you irreversibly own my heart.” — Marissa Carmel Copy Share Image
