He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.
Stephenie MeyerWhen you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.
Stephenie MeyerHe squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.
Stephenie MeyerWhen you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.
Stephenie Meyer