Please, let me in. Let me see you. Let me have you. All of you.” “I don’t want to hide anymore,” she whispers. “I’m tired.” “If you want obsession, fierce appreciation, wild, unrestrained passion … If you want fucking magic, Ollie, then it’s me. Let it be me.” The soft brush of our lips sends a thrill down my spine. “Let’s be scared together.”
Icked me out so bad
