Walking with Murphythrough the bone-freezing chilltoward the bus stop,I start shivering.And somehow,when he slips his arm around meto warm me up,it feels right.Righter than anything ever has. - Sonya Sones
There’s something so great about this, she whispers. About what? I whisper back.About this, she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world. - Sonya Sones