He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
Becca FitzpatrickAll I can think about is bed.โ โWeโre sharing the same thought.โ โYouโre thinking about bed too?โ โIโm thinking about YOU in MY bed.
Becca FitzpatrickFor someone whoโs made it clear that her life is superior to every other studentโs at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
Becca Fitzpatrick