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.

Oh No! My wings are effed up!

She's the ulimate heroine, strong-willed and independent, intelligent, loyal, but at the same time, she's not flawless, she's not above mistakes, or falling in love.

Ugh! Erin. You have a one-track mind." She smiled deviously. "I prefer to think of it as target-driven.

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

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

I kept my eyes open on the ride home. Peeking over Lucas's shoulder, i watched the scenery fly by-and it was exhilarating, not frightening. I trusted him. I had since that first night, when i let him drive me home.