“
My mom is a mess, she doesn't always put me first, and I hate the positions I'm put in sometimes, but...I know she loves me. Not that it always feels like enough, but I know she tries.My mom is a mess, she doesn't always put me first, and I hate the positions I'm put in sometimes, but...I know she loves me. Not that it always feels like enough, but I know she tries....more
”
―
Penelope Douglas,
Hideaway
“
Do you feel that?” he whispered.
“What?”
His long arms blanketed mine, my hands resting inside his. “You fit me like a shirt. It's a perfect mold.Do you feel that?” he whispered.
“What?”
His long arms blanketed mine, my hands resting inside his. “You fit me like a shirt. It's a perfect mold....more
”
―
Penelope Douglas,
Hideaway
