“His mouth, his hands— his soul— had left their prints all over me. I’d only given Carter my lips, but he’d left them forever branded.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“I called dibs on Penelope when we were nine, and I made sure every boy our age knew it too.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“He tasted like wine and the ocean. He tasted like the sun, the stars. He tasted like home” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“Penelope, when I kiss you, I need you entirely sober. The only thing I want intoxicating you is me.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“I’d spent years replacing her lips with so many others, all in an attempt to heal the scars she left on mine.” — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“His mouth, his hands— his soul— had left their prints all over me. I’d only given Carter my lips, but he’d left them forever… — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
“She tasted like strawberries and wine. So, so sweet and harmfully intoxicating. I was fully drunk on her. Head foggy by her lips, body… — Sarah A. Bailey Copy Share Image
