Extraits

“You think you deserve to be sad," he says. There is a moment of silence as we look at each other. "You think it is okay for you to be sad every day. But it's not okay. And you do not deserve it.”

"It’s warm, kissing ...[him], and sort of like my whole body is being stroked with a feather."

"The love I’ve tried to hold back breaks its dam and flows over me."

I’ve loved him my whole life, and somewhere along the way, that love didn’t change but grew.

It grew to fill the parts of me that I did not have when I was a child.

It grew with every new longing in my body and desire in my heart until there was not a piece of me that did not love him.

And when I look at him, there is no other feeling in me.

“Two houses,” I said. “And four people.”

“It’s our houses,” he said. “And our family.”

Your name. Autumn Rose Davis. Except there aren't roses in autumn.

"You make me happier than any other person ever has," I say, but he still won't look at me.

"Do I?" he says. I nod.

"Every day," I whisper.