You taste like mine.

I close my eyes and think about the only thing that makes life worth the trials: Emma Kingsley, her sweet smile, and the laugh that make me believe in a future.

The idea that I could lose her again… it’s unbearable.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

I want us to be more spontaneous. I want the superhero to come home and take me. Nothing to do with being his wife. Everything to do with uncontrollable testosterone.

My lips part, wanting to tell him a story, wanting to kiss him more than I want to breathe

I’m memorizing what takes me away. What saves me.