“I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see. You’re just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten. Hidden wonders unseen, by those who don’t bother to look any longer. I look. I can… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Mew - mew. Mew.” I jump back from her finger swipes. “I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to be the anchor around his feet. I want to be the sky. I want to be the colorful weird name.” — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see. You’re just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten.… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Who loves you, Warren Valentine?" She did. I want Lilla to know that kind of love. The kind of love that never leaves or… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper.” — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Knock the bullshit off. Love her like crazy, endlessly, stripped of reserve and preservation. Be out of our fucking minds with love, lust and… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know—before my fetus eats your face.” “It would be equally as… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please.” I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world.… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I want to strangle my husband and slam the door as I leave. I want to leave a box of pasta on the counter… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump.” I make a face, digging the bottle from… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
