“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
