“You don’t know how much I’ve thought about this tattoo. I want to memorize it so that every time I close my eyes I can see the way it accentuates your body.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I want to memorize the way your eyes clench shut and you bite down on your lip, so that I can sketch your expression from memory. I want to know the exact angle of the way your neck curves, and… — 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
“Spence, I don't have balls. Good thing, too, because they'd look terrible in the lingerie I'm wearing.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“Sex. I was going to have sex. With a boy. A hot boy. A hot BRITISH boy.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
