I May Not Be A

A Girl Can Dream." His Eyebrows Rose. "is That What You Dream About? Being A Monster?" "not Exactly," I Said, Frowning At His Word Choice. Monster, Indeed. "mostly I Dream About Being With You Forever.

Do You Have A Multiple Personality Disorder?

What A Marshmallow. You Should Hold Out For Someone With A Stronger Stomach. Someone Who Laughs At The Gore That Makes Weaker Men Vomit.

You Know I Love You Right?” “i Know,” He Breathed, His Arm Tightening Automatically Around My Waist. “you Know How Much I Wish It Was Enough.

I Bit A Pillow. Or Two.