Tell me what to do.His warm breath tickled my ear. Relax.Please, Noah, I don't want to do this wrong. Tell me how to make you feel good. He shifted so that his body rested beside mine, his leg and arm...
Tell me what to do. His warm breath tickled my ear. Relax. Please, Noah, I don't want to do this wrong. Tell me how to make you feel good. He shifted so that his body rested beside mine, his leg and a...
Sus hombros nunca se sacudieron. No había lágrimas corriendo por su rostro. El peor tipo de llanto no era el que todos podían ver, el llanto en las esquinas, el desgarro en la ropa. No. Lo peor sucedí...
Sup, man, said Rico Vega, joining me in the back of Spanish class. ’Sup, I answered. How can they let you take Spanish when that’s what you speak half the damn time? Why they let a bunch of gueros tak...
Sometimes, there aren't words and that's okay.
Sometimes what we need the most is what we fight the hardest: change.
Sometimes a good girl needs to be bad.
She unlocked her hands from my neck and pushed her body against my arms, but i wasn't ready to let her go-not yet. Noah? Yeah? I'm kind of done hugging you. Reluctanly, i let go. One shot. One fucking...
She stalked toward me, hips swaying side to side, eyes hardened with anger. Echo pushed her body agaist mine, parts of her fitting perfectly into parts of me. I swore under my breath, fighting for con...
Please, baby. It's okay. I've got you.
People don’t care what really happened—the truth—they care about what makes them feel better, what puts them higher on the scorecard than someone else—even if it’s a lie.
Pain is what makes you grow, it’s what makes you mature, it’s what helps lead you to the path you are meant to be on. If everything is good all the time, there would never be change.
Once upon a time, my world revolved around you.
Not when everything inside me is so twisted it hurts to breathe
Not sure how this whole social media thing is supposed to be fun. It's like being back in elementary school and waiting to be picked for kickball.
Normal. She wanted normal and so did I.
Noah didn’t walk, he stalked and I loved the mischievous glint in his eye when he stalked me. He placed his hands on my hips and nuzzled my hair. I love the way you smell.
My little nymph's laughter filled my soul.
My legs have the strength of mashed potatoes. I'm cold and clammy and my stomach churns like I vomited. That's because I did, in the viewing room, and I discovered that yellow bile does not blend well...
My heart hurt to see her in pain and, for one second, i shut down all emotion. One day, she'd figure out she was too good for a loser like me and when she left, i didn't know how i'd deal with the pai...