We’re human, and we’re built to make mistakes. Success isn’t making the right choice every time. Success is trying again after you’ve failed.
We didn't finish that dance. Here? Why not? Echo's high heel tapped against the sidewalk, the telltale sign of nerves. I took a deliberate step forward and caught her waist before she coud back away f...
Very easily, i could lose myself in her...forever.
Those scars are not your fault. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Your mom definitely does and possibly your dad, but you? Nothing...
This girl owned my soul and stole my heart. She'd opened her self to me, giving me love and never asked anything in return. I deepened our kiss, the words i love you stuck in my mind.
Think she could have told us we were going to fight the NFL? Would that have stopped you? No Me either.The laughter between the two of us echoed into the night.
There’s a reason why people shouldn’t talk at four in the morning. Exhaustion eliminates the ability to lie. It demolishes the ability to tiptoe around the truth. Emotions are too exposed and real. He...
There are lies in life we accept. Whether it's for the sake of ignorance, bliss, or, in my case, survival, we all make our choices.
The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was...
The words scare her. She’s scared of love.
The boy everyone sees but nobody knows is with the girl who everybody knows but nobody sees.
That is not your decision to make, he says.Since I'm in love with her, it is my decision.
Shitty of me to attempt to take the credit, but i couldn't help it. I wanted to be her champion.
She'd come home with me to act as my barrier for Family Friday-or as i liked to refer it, Dinner for the Damned.
She had exposed her hands while she tutored me. Shit. I'd forgotten about her scars. Hell, she'd forgotten about her scars-until now. I wanted that moment back, and to see her smile again. Then who di...
People laugh as I pass. They're judging me and their judgment is spot on. I don't belong here. I never have.
Noah’s become a man and has built us a home. Not a structure. Not a physical place to lay our heads, but a home in the sense that it completely matters…we belong to each other.
Noah, she breathed out, unknowinglyfulfilling one of my many fantasies involving Echo
Noah's fingers lightly touched the long thick ridge below my left shoulder blade. His voice pitched low. I'm sorry, baby. No one else knows, Noah. Not even Lila. He kissed my back as he slid his hand...
Noah and I—we’re brothers despite not sharing blood, and Echo became my sister the day she put a smile on his face. They’re my family and I’m going to fight to keep what’s mine.