I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That I'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?

And I’m okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I’m just not.

Look at me, Emma." Her eyes are full, the lids heavy. "Graham," she breathes. "I need you to hear me." Cradling her head in my hands, thumbs sweeping her tears away, I stare into her eyes. "I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.

Say stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?" I nodded. "Do you want to stop now?" My head moved back and forth to the pillow. "Thank God.

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

I’d always disparaged the games people played in pursuit of love - or the next hook up. The whole thing was a competition to see who could get how far, and I could never figure out if there was more luck or skill involved, or some unknowable combination of the two. People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.

Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.