Olivie Blake

You can’t fix me,” she whispered to him, her mouth tracing his neck. Do you understand, do you know what you hold in your hands, do you know how readily it breaks?

“I don’t see anything to fix,” he said

You can’t begin to know the sum of my parts, and you can stare all you like, but you won’t see a damn thing until I show you.

Some people are flawed and interesting,” Callum said with a shrug. “Others are just flawed.”