Book One Chapter Two
She was thinking of those nights they used to make love in the boathouse. The stickiness of humid southern air condensating on their skin. She was sick, she knew it. She knew that she’d eventually start chewing on her nails again and that the rope burns on her back weren’t real. It was all just figments. The boathouse. The heat. She was sick, she knew it. It was all she could do to...
Love is never convenient and rarely painless.– The Sunflower // Richard Paul Evans (via thelovelybones)
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