When He Reads To Me but my sister and I

but my sister and I had always remained close

and she's squeamish around blood

this girl has herself a secret … and it’s the dirtiest curve yet

said goodnight

And another kiss in a lighthouse during a thunderstorm

When He Reads To Me but my sister and II loved him from the beginning. In the middle. But maybe not at the end. His love for me was full of possibilities, hopes, and dreams a girl like me wasn't accustomed to. He was a nightmare that cracked and bled through my hands, and I stood there watching as it seeped into the ground. Until him. He put me back together. Without even knowing he was doing so. And he wasn't even my husband.