And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.
Karen Marie MoningGet back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.
Karen Marie MoningI have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.
Karen Marie Moning