The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.

It was as though he didn't exist, and then suddenly, he was everywhere.

Erin and I spent four hours shopping for dresses and shoes Tuesday night. She was going all out in her intention to make Chaz regret any decision he'd made that didn't include worshipping at her feet.

He stuck the pencil over his ear, looking unconvinced. "Mmm. What position would you be the most comfortable for you?" I couldn't say aloud the answers that popped into my head at that question, but the flush that spread across my face like wildfire gave me away. He caught his lower lip in his teeth, and I was sure it was to contain a laugh. Most comfortable position? What about with my head stuck under a pillow?

But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.