Francesca Zappia

Mile's fingers pressed into the small of my back. 'Basorexia,' he mumbled.'Gesundheit.'He laughed. 'It's an overwhelming desire to kiss.'I thought you weren't good at figuring out what you felt.'I'm probably using the word in the wrong context. But I'm pretty sure that's what this is.

I was the big sister. I was supposed to set and example and lead the way so people would say, 'Hey, you're Alex's sister, aren't you? You two look exactly alike!' instead of 'Hey, you're Alex's sister, aren't you? Are you crazy, too?'The only example I was ever going to set for her was to always check her food before she ate it.