The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife
Lisa McMannBecause there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around
Lisa McMannCarrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.
Lisa McMannA trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.
Lisa McMannAnd he's pressing into her and she into him, bodies shivering, like they are two scared, lost children, starving, starving to be touched, to be held, by someone, anyone, the first one they can find who seems familiar enough, safe enough, strong enough to rescue them. They breathe, heavy. Hard. Their fingers strain at cotton. And then they slow down. Stop. Hold. Rest. Before one of them, or both, begins to sob. Before they break another piece that needs to be fixed.
Lisa McMann