He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.

I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.

But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling.