Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.
Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.
People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.
The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.