12 Quotes by Amanda Sun

Tomohiro’s hands slid down my arms to my hips, pulling me closer. He made a gentle noise deep in his throat and every never in my body tingled with the sound of it. I clung to him as I kissed him, and his fingers threaded into my hair. This was the welcome home I’d waited for.

Power is an ugly thing. Run from it while you can.

As much as I’d wanted to stay in Japan to be with him, the real reason was that I wanted control of my life. I was connected to the ink and I belonged here.