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

Please touch me. I need you to touch me.

Everyone isn’t logical. Everything doesn’t make sense in the end. Sometimes you have to forget about explanations or excuses and leave people and places behind, because otherwise they will drag you straight down.

People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.

ME: You 're a sick girl. ERIN: Guilty as charged. :)

Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.

Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.