“ A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park. ”
Look at you, all Rocky Horror Picture Ho.
~ Michelle Rowen
A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.
I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.
Did you follow me here?Something like that.I let out a frustrated groan. Can't anyone just talk to me straight? Why is everyone avoiding my damn questions tonight?Bishop's brows went up. Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?Yes. Stalkery, but better.I'm not stalking you.Spoken like a true stalker
