Amelia Thompson

“My hand drifted from her hair and onto the elegant curve of her cheekbone. I traced it down to her chin, keeping my touch featherlight so as not to wake her. I wanted to etch every detail of her into my mind until I could close my eyes and picture her as vividly as if she were standing in front of me.
Perhaps then I would understand the hold this woman had on me.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Lies