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MICHELE MORRONE 365 Days (2020)

“Then kiss me good night, and I’ll go to bed like a good little boy.”

Gabriel’s Inferno (Part 1 ) 

“I scrub all the dirt away with my hands, but don’t know what to do about the filth that stains my soul.”

Sicko by Amo Jones

"Um, I took walks, mostly." I shift in the cushioned chair, tucking a strand of my loose hair behind my ear. "Watched Netflix. Went to the gym."

Lies. All lies. I binged on Christmas candy my mom sent-or rather her assistant sent, because my mom didn't want me to come home for the holidays. I sat on the couch all day and watched porn while sucking on Twizzlers and listening to Lana Del Rey in the background. I'm addicted to that woman. Seriously, she is a goddess. Every word out of her mouth is gold.

I'm not addicted to porn or Twizzlers, however. Those are just for when I get lonely...which is most of the time, but that's beside the point.

The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

Giulio Berruti in Gabriel’s Inferno - Part 2 (2020)

“His demons dance with mine,” she murmured softly.

The Reaper by RuNyx

He puts his hand between us on the couch, palm up, and then looks back at the TV.

It’s like he’s put out a dish of seed and is now sitting very still, waiting for the cowardly little chicken to make a move. And it does take me a while. I tentatively pick up his hand and lace his fingers into mine.

For a scary moment he doesn’t react, but as the warmth of his hand begins to glow into my palm, he gives me a deep, delicious squeeze.

The art of holding hands is underrated and it’s embarrassing how much this simple act has me nearly breathless.

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

“I lift my hands to the doorframe above her head and I smile down at her. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper.

She smiles and then ducks her head. “I feel stupid.”

“I barely know you, so I’m not about to argue with you over your level of intelligence, because you could very well be as dumb as a rock. But at least you’re pretty.”

She laughs and focuses on my eyes for a beat, but then her focus falls to my mouth and God, I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so bad it hurts and now I can’t smile anymore because I’m in too much pain.

“What’s wrong?”

I grimace and grip the doorframe tighter. “I want to kiss you really, really bad and I’m doing everything in my power not to do that yet.”

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

“He can do whatever he wants with me. He can stab me with a knife and I’ll be lying on the ground, dying, drawing little hearts in blood.”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent