We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.

I needed to get out and my roomies had both left me for the night so I followed the pretty one here.” Did Marcus just call me pretty?

I know I’m doing something wrong and I feel guilty but neither of those things matter enough to make me stop

Beau’s arms slipped around my waist. I knew I should step away but I couldn’t make myself. This was home. Being in his arms like this was where I found peace.

In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. A life without her in it seemed pointless.

You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

It was like she'd become the sun, and I started revolving around her. She was my center.