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We were safe now. We were free, but my body still reacted like the devil was chasing me.
Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him. My brain told me to run.
I wanted to blow her mind with every touch and every kiss so her every thought always came back to me. I would never touch anyone else again without thinking about her.
I stared at the pulsating fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling. On. Off. On. Off. I wished I could find my pain's off switch.
We'd read about sirens in English this fall; Greek mythology bullshit about women so beautiful, their voices so enchanting, that men did anything for them. Turned out that mythology crap was real because every time I saw her, I lost my mind.