That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?
The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.
Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.
I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?
Ugh! Erin. You have a one-track mind." She smiled deviously. "I prefer to think of it as target-driven.
I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.