Meg

“When you will you learn that we all have our place, our parts to play?”

I scoffed, wincing as the slices on my back pulled. “When will you learn that it’s up to you if you play those parts or not?”
― Shelly Crane, The Other Side of Gravity

“I'm sorry about...everything. And that." I pointed to her neck.               The small smile had more than one meaning. It had my inner guy perking to attention. "Girls don't generally complain about beard burn, do they? Isn't it supposed to be a way for guys to mark girls, claim them, be all romantic in a Neanderthal kinda way, like hickies?"               I arched an eyebrow at her. Oh, is that right. She blushed, furiously and adorably, and backtracked.               "I didn't mean you were trying to mark me, I just meant you didn't have to apologize."               I couldn't help myself. I leaned in, putting my hand on the wall behind her head. "How many hickies have you had?"               She licked her bottom lip. Again. "None," she breathed. She put a hand on my chest to keep me from coming closer.               I pursed my lips in approval. "That's a good answer."               "Why do you care?" she asked. It wasn't a demand that she know, it was more like she was genuinely interested. Why did I?               I”
― Shelly Crane, Smash Into You

“No longer a boy who lost it all, I was a man that realized how much I had to lose.”
― Shelly Crane, Smash Into You

“I was heartbroken for her, heartbroken that she'd ever had to cross my path.       x”
― Shelly Crane, Smash Into You