به کثیف ترین مقدس،یعنی عشق...قسم میخورم که دوستش دارم. اندازه ی تمام قطرات اشکی که مسبب رها شدنش بود،دوستش دارم. اندازه ی تمام ترک های روی قلبم دوستش دارم. اندازه ی تمام التماس هایی که برای دوست داشته شدن به خرج دادم؛ دوستش دارم. نه مرد...منو سرزنش نکن،این دست من نیست. تا به خودم اومدم دیدم که تنها کسی که دوستم داره هیچکسه... پس منم عاشق هیچکسم شدم.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Hayden knew when she came out, eveything would change she didn't expect to be pinned against the wall with someone's lips on hers in a conversion camp -----------read description below ------------- This book contains scenes of sexual activity, homophobia and religious talks which may be triggering for some readers This book does not aim to make fun of anyone going through similar situations and we do not condone such acts. Conversion camps are a serious issue and it is disgraceful that many lgbt youths are put into them. We do not know much about conversion camps so we apologize if it offends any reader or goes too far with its context