In order to have peace, we must first have trust.

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

Uriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. “There was cake?” I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriah’s. “Yeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it,” he says. “You can have a few bites of mine.” “A few bites? So you’re planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself?” “Yes.” He looks confused. “Why?” “Never mind.

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt