Cella

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I was used to being alone. Even when I was surrounded by people, a part of me isolated itself until I felt like I was watching a movie of my life instead of living it.  I had never belonged to someone, nor had someone ever belonged to me. The idea was equal parts thrilling and terrifying. But what was even more terrifying was the realization that I didn’t mind belonging with Christian. Not even a little bit.
Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)
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