I thought I’d saved Kayden that night at the pool house, but I was wrong. I just bought him time until the next windstorm swept through.

Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.

I often wonder what drives people to do things. Whether it's put into their minds at birth, or if it is learned as they grow. Maybe it's even forced upon them by circumstances that are out of their hands. Does anyone have control over their lives or are we all helpless?

Kayden: Yeah, but you're a girl. Me: Oh, I forgot for a sec. Thanx for reminding me. Kayden: I haven't forgotten at all. In fact, it's all I think about all the time. Me: That I'm a girl?? Kayden: That ur a girl I very badly want to touch right now

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.