Quotes by : Rebecca Berto

I’m either with you forever, or I’m not. I’m not into games or fucking around. I’ve had enough....

His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline.....

When I’d remember this night in weeks, months, or even years, it wouldn’t be the sex. Sex would fade....

You know there’s this gaping space between us, and if I leaned forward I’d grab Dex’s shirt without....

Charlee has my arm. She has my arm—my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch—in her little....

Finishing my thoughts aloud meant saying how my dad had passed, and I had failed. How I had smoked joints....