“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, too and she’s right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Empowering oneself begins when one refuses to let their fears drive their actions.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share
“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
“His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share
“The moment weighs down on me, threatening to unstitch my seams and expose me to the world.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share
“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
“Still speaking over me,' she says, meeting my eyes and scoffing. 'You are still that worthless little girl.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share
