Natasha

“And then the lights went low, and our song began.

The song I’d been working on since I’d arrived on the island. The one that morphed into something else entirely, something I never intended it to be. But music is like that. Much like life. It tells the story, it takes the lead.

You’re just along for the ride.”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration

“My heart and my cock seemed to like the idea, and Whitney made me a slave to both, so my wits were outnumbered.”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration

“She pursed her lips and nodded, swiveling around to continue her survey of my modest living space. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest as she strolled around. Letting out a long, deep breath, she dropped her hands to her sides when she reached my DVD collection.
“Downton Abbey?”
I jolted forward, clearing my throat. “Yeah, it’s uh…it’s a good show.”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration

“Oooohhhh, you’re one of those kids,” Whitney said, suddenly cracking up.

“What in the hell is so damn funny? One of what kids?”

“You had a horrible high school experience, didn’t you?”

“High school is where demons go to eat little children.”

“Carter!” She erupted into body-shaking laughter, rolling from left to right. “Oh my God, you are too much. This isn’t high school anymore!”

“Um, hello, have you seen the movie Carrie?”
― Rachael Wade, Declaration