“When I’d remember this night in weeks, months, or even years, it wouldn’t be the sex. Sex would fade and so would… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline.… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“When I’d remember this night in weeks, months, or even years, it wouldn’t be the sex. Sex would fade and so would the need… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“You need to wait until you are worthy of having a child of your own.' She pats her hair down, which is rock hard.… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“You know there’s this gaping space between us, and if I leaned forward I’d grab Dex’s shirt without ever touching him. You know there’s… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“Finishing my thoughts aloud meant saying how my dad had passed, and I had failed. How I had smoked joints and lay in bed… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“I’m either with you forever, or I’m not. I’m not into games or fucking around. I’ve had enough experience to know what to hold… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“Charlee has my arm. She has my arm—my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch—in her little fingers. She holds my other one,… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“Empowering oneself begins when one refuses to let their fears drive their actions.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“The moment weighs down on me, threatening to unstitch my seams and expose me to the world.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“I am kind and beautiful. I have a soul.It’s better to be known for what I am not. Isn’t that how the saying goes?” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“Still speaking over me,' she says, meeting my eyes and scoffing. 'You are still that worthless little girl.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
