Andrew Lieberman
I couldn't have enough of her. Her smile, the lazy look when she woke up, her scent, and softness. Every bit of her was like a siren's call to a sailor — completely irresistible.
I feel grounded when things get too overwhelming. When the media harasses me, when my loneliness crawls on me, when the memories of my childhood before the Liebermans adopted me become too much for me to handle.
This was the place where I felt safe, where, no matter what was happening around me, I could find peace within these walls. I took a deep breath. Amalia was still in my arms, her body pressed against mine. She was wearing my shirt, while I was only wearing my boxers. This was a routine I could get used to. Heck, I wanted this every day of my f*****g life.
The best part about all of
