See also...
  • High School
  • “High school. Or was purgatory the right word?” Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun
  • Speaking to Me?
  • What? Are you speaking to me again?
  • Not the Direction I Expected
  • Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting.
  • Face Startled Me
  • His face startled me — his expression was torn, almost pained, and so fiercely beautiful that the ache to touch him flared as strong as before. My goodbye stuck in my throat. He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His

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