“The Cutter leaned toward me, resting his forehead against mine. 'Fool me once,' he whispered, 'shame on you.' He pressed the bridge… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“I'm not normal, Tate." "I know." Her hand was working its way under my shirt, then touching my skin, sliding over my… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“We lay on the grass beside the cemetery fence, kissing and shivering. Her teeth started to chatter and I pulled her against… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“The sound of her voice was painful. She screamed, sobbed, whispered Hallelujah. But she never sang it.” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
