Ruby
The brutal breeze beats my face as I squeeze the handlebars and accelerate the speed.
Maybe I should slow down and stop thinking about books and boys. But I can't get the two things off my mind.
I've read a bunch of books. Books about gorgeous girls and broken boys. Books about beautiful boys and damaged divas. Books about lousy lovers. Books about lovely lovers. Books about broken lovers with beautiful love stories. Books about tragic lovers with tragic love stories.
They all have one thing in common. The first time they made love, they spent the night together. Steamy showers together. Then pillow talks and pillow fights. Swore to spend the rest of their days and nights together. Made plans to move in together. Made plans to make a bunch of babies. Made plans to build a beautif
