If Souls Could Be Mated With Wishes,

I Own Your Pleasure," I Whispered Into His Mouth. "i'll Take It If You Won't Give It To Me.

Sometimes Love's Not Enough. And If It's Not Enough, What Good Is It ?

I've Learned To Allow Myself The Room To Fall In Love With What I'm Writing.

I Have One One Type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s It.” I Rolled My Eyes. “okay. Whatever.

I Loved The Way He Kissed Me, As If He Had To, As If He'd Go Crazy If He Didn't And Had Nearly Waited Too Long.