"I need you," he whispered from the passenger seat. Why would I trust a bad boy? But I felt, for some reason, that I needed him to. I turned to look at him, but he was already leaning in to kiss me. Why is love so complicated? Maya Reeds is a seventeen year old girl thriving on independence and drive. She thinks...
"I pulled out my extremely messy bun and started brushing it when my mirror fogged up. 'What the fuck' I thought to myself. I reached out to wipe my hand across the surface of the mirror, when it started clearing. I stared at it. It was clearing as if someone was wiping it down. I looked closer and then jumped back, h...
de·vo·tion noun love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause.