Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. “We are not,” his voice is a gentle tremor, “breaking up

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.

Erin was right. Apologies could come too late.

The exception is I'm not going away. Don't ask me to do that ever again.

Testing her sexuality, she thinks she's caught a beautiful fish, when in reality, she's netted a shark.

The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.

Good God, what did he not remember?