Maymay

“You’re my first.” I ran my fingers through her hair, content to my marrow. “And my last.”
― Pam Godwin, Lessons in Sin

“He locked the door. Click.”
― Pam Godwin, Lessons in Sin

“Mr. Marceaux?" I rub my palms on my thighs, holding his gaze, and whisper, "You're sharing your notes." Lines form on his forehead as he grips the back of his neck. "What?" "I feel your notes. Here." I touch my breastbone, my voice shaking. "They're dark and hypnotic, like your breaths and your heartbeats.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“crave nothing, yet you’re a fucking addiction that I can’t get away from.”
― A.R. Breck, Twisted Dares