Trust me, it takes talent to converse with a cat.
You are my heart as it beats within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.
Damn. Not even joined yet and you’re already using the headache excuse.
Laya! I’m going to give you my baby. You hear me?
You wanted to know my passions? Allow me to introduce them to you.
I would think you an utter fool if you did not doubt me, warrior. Instead, I am forced to respect your uncommon intelligence. Now what, do you suppose, should I do from there?
But crazy people never think they’re crazy. You’re sane just by the virtue of the question.
Whenever I see you, I am overcome with the urge to be rooted within you, to be buried deep so your body can nourish me.
She had told him that she loved him. He had known that, but hearing it in the traditional phrase had affected him in new and blinding ways. Ways that made him believe that he could do anything. Anything she needed or wanted him to do. Because her loving him meant so much more than him loving her.
Don’t you know you take my heart with you everywhere you go?