βI didnβt know if you were still coming to get me,β I tell him when we get outside.
He sighs hard while one corner of his mouth lifts in an uneasy smile.
βIβm not a coward, Allie.β
My eyes move to his lips, spellbound and lost in fantasy, and he curses while tilting my face up by my chin.
βIβm also not a saint, so you canβt keep staring at my mouth like you want a taste,β
- A Redo, C. M. Owens



















