He ran his thumb over my lower lip, sending a flurry of sparks through me. "Good-bye, Sophie." -Cal
DemonglassSex had always been a weapon, a tool, the only form of currency that never ran out.
Pleasure UnboundA farm is a business, and I ran mine into the ground. The next year it grew back.
This Book Has No TitleI had a dream that I had brown hair…I woke up and ran to the mirror…Phew! I’m still a blonde.
Dreaming is for lovers