Fo' shiz.

“I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. "Please s…”

“Your brother?" St. Clair points above my bed to the only picture I've hung up. …”

“I LOVE his hair, and now I get to touch it whenever I want. And he doesn't even…”

“I collapse in bed and fall asleep with me other hand clasped around the blue ru…”