The attention of the room turns in Tommie’s direction. “Who is he?” The woman with the hard to stand perfume and perfect skin asks while dri

For a while, after we finish dinner, I’m not able to bring myself to talk. I shake my head, nod it at times, drink another beer but...

The edge of my fingernail is picked at while the group of girls on the Prom committee hands out roses. It’s a way to raise money for their p

There’s this throb that’s started, a feel-good muscle memory that I try not to focus on for fear everyone might know what I’m thinking.

The card isn’t right. . . none of them are.

“That’s it, I’m done. You’re a cheater.” Hazel lets the cards drop from her hand — she’s fired up.

Cassius is singing that song that’s been playing on the radio for a few weeks now, Crane is acting as the DJ spinning every favorite tune.

There is a scowl beneath the wide brim, his hands are big, all calloused and thick. He lifts his chin enough to meet the Luna’s eyes, before

When Tommie touches me, it's like a master knowing how to touch someone to make them feel important and cherished. He's beyond anything...

Key in hand. It’s getting harder to breathe with the smell coming from underneath the locked entrance.

Our first time together doesn’t really count, does it? We were angry at each other, you more so than me. I still can remember your face...

Clinton takes a big breath before running full speed at the Alpha without any inhibitions of what he's facing. Bones meet . .

The windows are closed. Usually, she would have all the windows open, getting the last of the fall air inside her home before everything had

Dallas I want her to see what I want. Her. Touching her lips first, she seems delicate much too soft for what I want—no, what I want is...

Dry sobbing without the wetness. Hazel has learned to cry without any sound or tears.