There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.

He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.

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

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

Somebody always wants more.