“Does he tell you that you’re all he thinks about? Does he tell you that he lives for you? That he breathes for you? That he dreams of you every damn moment, awake and asleep? Does he tell you any… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“Death is the one great certainty in life. That’s what my dad used to say. Nothing else is certain. Not love. Not happiness. Not… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“I’ve never felt this way before, Jessa,’ he says. ‘I don’t want to fuck it up.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“I don’t believe you,’ he says. He takes a step towards me, fluster-ing me with his nearness, with his smell, which shouldn’t be so… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“If in our heart we still cling to anger or anxiety or possessions—anything at all—then we cannot be free.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“What am I thinking right now?" I whisper. He turns his head to face me. His eyes look smoky gray in the light from… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“He wants me, but he’s also letting me know that he’s happy with just this, that this is enough for him.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“Because it wouldn’t have been fair to you,’ I say. ‘And then, selfishly, I knew that if I slept with you, then for the… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“You've been waiting in the bushes for half an hour just to speak to me?" Kit shrugs. "I've done sniper training. I can sit… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“What about you? Are you doing what you love?’He looks across at me before turning back to the road. ‘I was,’ he says. ‘And… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“For what It's worth," my dad says with a slight wince, "though I may have seen a little more of Walker then I'd ever… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“I'm good with my hands. Woodwork, metal work, engines...other things too.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“I mean . . . Fuck, Jessa. If you ask me do I want you to be waiting for me the day I get… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“Why do you say that you love me?" He turns his head in my direction, still frowning. "Because I do," I stammer. "I love… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“Do you come here often?' I ask. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I cringe. Way to go, Kit. Make… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
