Flow (Grip, #0.5)

by Kennedy Ryan

We just tiptoe around things, afraid we’ll offend or look ignorant, be misunderstood. Honesty is a risk few are willing to take.

We both gave each other space to be misunderstood, because we really wanted to understand.

What should be foreign feels familiar.

I look at her, cataloging her features one by one and realizing the most fascinating thing about this girl isn’t visible to the naked eye.

I like the color of smart, the shade of funny, and sexy is my favorite hue.”