Aimie

“Not all collisions left you rising from the ashes. Some just left you shattered, buried in the wreckage of your own mistakes.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Older

“Older doesn’t translate to wiser, and age doesn’t guarantee answers.” He cradled my cheek in his palm as I nuzzled into his touch. “With age, comes certainty. You grow to know exactly what you want. But that doesn’t always mean it’s wise or right, and then that certainty becomes a curse.” “What are you certain about?” I swallowed, my fingers curling into his T-shirt. Reed continued to massage his palm up and down my spine as his eyes glassed over with sentiment. His lashes fluttered, and he exhaled through his nose, whispering back, “I’m certain it’s going to hurt like hell when this is over.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Older

“Why do I want to touch you? Are you fucking kidding me right now? I want to help you. I want to hold you. I want to make it all okay for you. I want to fucking touch you because you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I can’t imagine never being able to hold your hand or kiss you. And yes – I want to fuck you, too, like I’ve never wanted anything in my whole life.”
― T.M. Frazier, The Dark Light of Day

“I was a matchstick. Small, brittle, and unassuming. But I was only one strike away from igniting. And if I wasn’t careful…I’d burn us all to the ground.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Older