The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it.” – Chloe Traeger

Remember, you’re unique. And so is everyone else.

Looking at him, she saw her future and felt all the ragged tears in her heart heal themselves. "I fit," she whispered in marvel, stepping into him. "I fit with you." He nodded and wrapped his arms around her. "Perfectly."

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

I'm done waiting. Done doing things the easy way and letting things happen as they will." Her heart caught. "What does that mean?" "It means this is too important to let slip away again. You're too important." He leaned back against the truck with a low grunt of effort, eyes dark, jaw clenched. "I love you too, Tara.

For some unknown reason, success usually occurs in private, while failure occurs in full view.

Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.