“Before I can finish my sentence, I’m silenced by the taste of his smoky mouth on mine. His tongue, warm and unfamiliar despite what… — Minka Kent Copy Share Image
“He plops a handful of shampoo into his palm and lathers his hair with brute force. I wonder if anyone’s ever shown him the… — Minka Kent Copy Share Image
“Why do you have my dress?” I march over, yanking her other drawers open to see what other treasures were waiting to be discovered.… — Minka Kent Copy Share Image
