You want me to come clean, I will. I'll tell you everything. Who I am and what I've done. Every last detail. I'll dig it all up, but you have to ask. You have to want it. You can see who I was, or you can see who I am now. I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
Becca FitzpatrickYou keep life on a short leash.โ โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ โYouโre scared of what you canโt control.
Becca FitzpatrickI need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.
Becca Fitzpatrick