“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 to be filled with him, but right now I felt him inscribe his soul around my… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Empowering oneself begins when one refuses to let their fears drive their actions.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“The moment weighs down on me, threatening to unstitch my seams and expose me to the world.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Still speaking over me,' she says, meeting my eyes and scoffing. 'You are still that worthless little girl.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
