Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It's big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away... literally.
Humans are vulnerable, because they’re capable of being hurt.
I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.
Do you sleep naked?
What does ‘hmm’ have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across—primal.” His smile tipped higher. “Primal.” “You’re impossible.” “Me Jev, you Nora.
