Torn (All Torn Up #1)

by Carian Cole

I think all relationships start with an invisible line, and even though we can’t see it, we all know it’s there because we can feel it. We respect that line because it keeps the bounds of the relationship intact. The line guides us within our relationships and dictates who is our friend, who is our family, who is our lover, who is someone we can or can’t trust. The line between Tor and me is somewhat unique, because it crisscrosses between family and friend, and just now it blurred into something I can’t quite describe. I’m not sure where our line is anymore, or if I even want a line at all.

I hate her for forcing me to see her this way and for making me want her so fucking much that my body is literally aching for her. No. I don’t hate her. I love her. I need her.