I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die.
The thought of my mother talking to me about sex makes me want to stab my eyes out with a fork, gouge even deeper and scramble my brains to prevent the conversation from ever happening.
Play hard to get. You should be.
Logan steps in between us.
He takes a hold of the back of my neck.
Gage opens the door. I’m not sure whether he gets out or Logan yanks him into the street, but a fight erupts. Full throttle kicks to the balls
