Your Mom Isn’t Going To

It’s So Real." "most Dreams Are. It Isn't Until You Wake Up That You See All The Plot Holes.

I Want Scott To Look At Me The Way Patch Looks At You.

If I'd Wanted You Dead Five Minutes Ago, You'd Have Died Five Minutes Ago.

His Finger Flicked Open A Button On My Cardigan-then Two, Three, Four. It Tumbled Off My Shoulders, Leaving Me In My Camisole. He Pushed Up The Hem, Teasing And Stroking His Thumb Across My Stomach. My Breath Came In A Sharp Intake Of Air.

Boys Like Girls Who Look Like...girls.