“He stood and offered me his arm. “My lady?” “You don’t want to finish our drinks?” He took my hand, and pressed his lips against the inside of my wrist. “I’m already intoxicated.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I think everyone does. Even happy people. They may not admit it to anyone, but I think they feel it. I think they close… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I'm angry that you keep pushing me away when I know you don't want to.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“He was still a mystery to me. And God, did I want to play Nancy Drew.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t until I’d walked halfway across the parking lot that I realized: 1. I wasn’t wearing shoes. A. Or a shirt. 2. I… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“She pulled her blonde hair back into a high ponytail, which somehow drew even more attention to her chest. "I don't mean the right… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“He wore his hope like a winter coat, layered over the top of all of him.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“Close your eyes. Remember what we talked about that night after your concert? Living is hard. It was hard when you were thirteen, it’s… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I'm tired of the way we both pretend. Tired of always wanting and never giving in. I can feel it in my skin, see… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
