Scar

“I grip Eli's wrists. Part of me wants to shove his hands away and rage at him. He's rippling the surface of the waters I hide beneath. Things are stirring that I don't have names for. Emotions I've never felt and I don't understand. Fear most of all, the worst kind of fear, the kind I've so rarely had. Fear for someone else.”
― Brynne Weaver, Black Sheep

“Words flare and die on my tongue like embers in the dark. Each step we make is a battle in my mind.”
― Brynne Weaver, Black Sheep

“You're mine," I whisper. "And I'm yours." When the surprise and relief dissolve from Eli's face, there's only the deepest longing left behind. No more words. No more admissions. Just his kiss, like a promise of dawn after night. Maybe he does love me. Maybe I can let him. I can try.”
― Brynne Weaver, Black Sheep

“His eyes still fused to mine, watching my reaction as pleasure replaces the emptiness.”
― Brynne Weaver, Black Sheep