A biography for Shelly Cranehasn’t been written yet.
“I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he showed me what love felt like. As he showed me that a kiss could change your entire world.”
“I was just existing, but he made me want to live.”
“He searched for my gaze and the second he found it, I cracked a smile. “There it is.” He palmed his chest again and sighed. “All is right in the world again.”
“Think with your eyes open.”
“There is no gravity. The only thing holding me to this planet is you.”
“It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.”
“Jealousy is when you want something that you can’t have, something that doesn't belong to you. Being protective is defending what’s yours.” He leaned in, his hand closing around my jaw as his nose skimmed up to mine. “And you better believe that I’ll be protecting what’s mine.”
“He leaned in close and spoke low. "Wow, I don't know what the hell I did to put that look on your face, but you need to write it down so I can commit it to memory.”