Regular 7
And I remembered how it felt to be loved by him.
And I remembered how it felt to be loved by him.
Tipping up my chin with his finger, he gave me a soft, tentative kiss and when I opened my lips…
He paused for a moment before adding, “I love you. I really, really love you.” It was my undoing.
"Zak isn’t a toaster, so he doesn’t come with a guarantee."
"Geez, Liv, the guy has practically fallen off the page of a romance novel. And you like him. So maybe…
"You’ve had an accident and now you’re dead, albeit prematurely. Still, you’re dead nevertheless."
Everything was beige. Walls, furniture, floors. Everything.