“This doesn’t have to be anything more than what we want, Andra. We don’t need to define this. You are warm, honest,… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“Have sex with Adam? I'd rather grab a defibrillator paddle and burn the other side of my face.” — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
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“He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“That tonight you’re falling asleep in my arms. Waking up the same place too.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“To hell with the way the modern world thinks, she won’t even try to pretend that he doesn't own her. Every touch,… — Karen-Anne Stewart Copy Share Image
“He sighed and moved his hands under water, linking with mine. “You are like a drug to me. Dangerous. Addicting. I can’t… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I need you to tell me you're mine, to swear that you are mine, because, damn you, I need to be yours!” — Karen-Anne Stewart Copy Share Image
“Nicola would have to speak up, Jacob would have to shut up, and he would have to man up.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“When you walked into my life, I knew at that moment who I am, everything inside of me was no longer mine.… — Karen-Anne Stewart Copy Share Image
“My heart was divided for so long. Now I'm able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less.” — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Her heart is no longer hers, it belongs to him, in all its brokenness and vulnerability. She prays that he protects it… — Karen-Anne Stewart Copy Share Image
“If you want to hit me, scratch me, punch me, I'll take it. If you want to yank my hair, spit on… — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I’ve been chasing you since before I knew what chasing a girl meant.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
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