Forbidden
Lauren sobbed, wrapping her arms tightly around Anne’s waist, burying her face into the crook of Anne’s neck, taking in the soothing lavender scent of her skin one last time.
"I don't care about the degree. I don't care about the honors if it means losing you!"
"You have to care, Lauren Jade," Anne whispered fiercely, her grip tightening around Lauren’s neck with a crushing, desperate intensity as if she were trying to imprint her devotion straight into Lauren's soul.