“Art was my little private pleasure. Nobody had seen my art, not even my parents. Andy didn't know about it. My dream was to become a publisher, not an artist lost in New York.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“My mouth dropped open, because even if it wasn't my best friend, I knew the guy who was presently rubbing the short stubble on his chin. The only new thing about him was the little scar on his left eyebrow.… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“No." I pulled away just enough to lock my eyes with his. His crooked smile sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were a deep blue darkening more as the minutes passing between us were getting hotter. "I will be the one using you, and you'll love every second, every breath, every stroke and every fucking inch of me," he… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share
“If you were ready to sleep with me we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“He smiled wickedly, and my body warmed. "Girls dig bad boys." "Unfortunately, that's true." "Is there a message, Bridge?" "In your dreams," I replied… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“I love you, Skye. You’re in my heart, in my head, under my skin. You’re my present and my future.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“With you and me, I don't know what anything means. We're pushing each other away and yet I don't seem to be able to… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“Maybe I shouldn't trust him after all, just like he doesn't seem to trust me fully. Shit, is it always so hard to get… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“At least, for once I was there for her. I didn’t fail her. She wasn’t alone. — Duke” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“Wow, Skye.” He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesn’t react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. “Okay, I’m going to sit on your friend’s bed.” He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share
“I'm going to own your body, Lila, because you f*cking own mine.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“Therapy can’t erase scars, it only makes it easier to live with them. — Duke” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
