Shadow and Skulls (Rebel Skulls MC #6)

by L.M. Terry

“There is no us,” I tell him, bouncing on my toes nervously. He appears in the doorway, wiping his hand on a towel. He laughs. “Oh, there is definitely an us.

Your soul and mine don’t give two fucks about anything earthly. They’re just happy they’ve found each other.”

I let the tears fall freely out the corner of my eyes. Isn’t it funny how the dark is the only place you can cry without restraint? Why is that? Maybe we’re afraid the light will somehow diminish our tears in some way.