Hridya

“I’m in love with you, Clay,” I tell her. The car falls silent, like my brothers are afraid to breathe because they might miss something. Her lips open a little, and God, the softness that hits her eyes makes her look like she’d blow over in a light breeze. I swear I see a smile desperate to get out, and I want to say it again. “Just kidding.” I force a scoff. “Just wanted you to see how fucking gay you are.”
― Penelope Douglas, Tryst Six Venom

“Michael leaned in, his voice turning low and heavy. “And how about me?”
I swallowed, still studying my drink. What song described him? What band?
That was like trying to pick one food to eat for the rest of your life.
“Disturbed,” I said, naming the band and still looking down at the glass.
He said nothing. Only remained still before finally sitting back and tipping his drink up to his lips.
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and I kept my breathing even.
“Drowning Pool, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch,” I continued, “Thousand Foot Krutch, 10 Years, Nothing More, Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Bush…” I paused, exhaling nice and slow despite the way my heart drummed. “Chevelle, Skillet, Garbage, Korn, Trivium, In This Moment…” I drifted off, peace settling over me as I looked up at him. “You’re in everything.”
― Penelope Douglas, Corrupt

“He was everything. My entire life, I only felt completely alive when he was close, and while I knew nothing would ever be easy with him, I also knew nothing would ever be good without him.”
― Penelope Douglas, Corrupt

“Virginity is a concept invented by people to make women feel worthless for having sex.”
― Penelope Douglas, Tryst Six Venom