See also...
  • Driving Commentary
  • Enough commentary on my driving.
  • Something to Eat
  • He looks at you like… like you’re something to eat.
  • Dent of Shoulders
  • When they’d lifted me away from the car, I had seen the deep dent in the tan car’s bumper — a very distinct dent that fit the contours of Edward’s shoulders… as if he had braced himself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame…
  • Perpetual Savior
  • I wanted nothing more than to be alone with my perpetual savior. There were so many questions that I couldn’t bombard him with till we were by ourselves.

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