Maybe I should put as much distance between us as I can. For her sake. And for my own. Maybe. But I don’t. I want her. My body craves her. Right now, in this moment, she’s my freedom. One step closes the distance between us. I raise my hand carefully, gliding it feather-li...
I need the familiarity of my house. I need the scent of Mom’s fresh baked cookies that she’ll be shoving in front of me all day tomorrow. I need the sound of Dad’s breathing machine, like white noise while I sleep. And I need the queen-sized, overly soft mattress I grew up with. ...
When I woke up this morning, I was miserable, afraid he would never talk to me again. And now I’m in heaven. I wonder if he realizes how big this is for me. There’s nobody else I would take this risk for. I have no idea what this means for us, but I won’t think about that now. I can’t. &nbs...
Dustin asks in a husky voice. Keely whirls around, her hand flying to her heart. “You scared me.” Edging toward the bed, she licks her lips nervously. “I…I just came to tell you how sorry I am.” Dustin’s face goes white with fear as he gets a bet...
Of course, the fifteen minute drive already feels much farther when I’d become accustomed to having Hope in my arms every night. It sucks. A lot. I lie in my new bed—the one that came with the apartment—and stare at the shadows passing over my ceiling with each car that drives by. ...