“What’s important,” I say, taking his face in mine hands, looking him in the eye, “is that all this hesitation of yours is giving me a complex. And I feel annoying, insecure thoughts threatening to infiltrate the certainty of you… — Brooklyn Skye Copy Share Image
“What’s important,” I say, taking his face in mine hands, looking him in the eye, “is that all this hesitation of yours is giving… — Brooklyn Skye Copy Share Image
“Why do you do that?” Torrin’s voice echoes in the empty hall. His hand is holding my arm gently, not at all like Derek does. I can’t have this. I can’t. I shouldn’t have ever come here with him. I draw in a shaky breath and pull my arm away. “Do what?” “Walk away every time I ask you something… — Brooklyn Skye Copy Share
“Maybe I should know the rules,” he says softly. “Pfft. I’m not a game.” I reach out to poke his shoulder, and unexpectedly he… — Brooklyn Skye Copy Share Image
“Why do movies make this look so simple?” He leaned back and looked her straight in the eye, the smile winning. “One-handed bra removal… — Brooklyn Skye Copy Share Image
