Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.
Becca FitzpatrickHe 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 FitzpatrickLove the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
Becca Fitzpatrick