You know what? I don’t care about everyone. I never even cared about me. I cared about you.
~ Cristin Harber
And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that in years. All need. All want.
See, this is the thing.” He leans closer. “Me kissing you, you disappearing, that’s my nightmare.
I’m memorizing what takes me away. What saves me.
My lips part, wanting to tell him a story, wanting to kiss him more than I want to breathe
