I’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it – and it’s still I love you – love you – love you – my Sweetheart.
Kiss me, lover. One darling kiss.
It is very melancholy without you. I love you more all the time and since I did not think there was any more it’s an overwhelming and frightening state to be in.
Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.
There is a point you reach, I mean, when you are just something bad that happened to someone else.
The body releases its electricity, merges with another, and together there is something like God in this pleasure. But afterward, in the quiet redolent air, there must also be offerings of truth. And so the mystery of love deepens.
Oh... oh, goddess, it’s true about your tongues...
Lauren was his and he wasn’t letting her go.
She gave Stalin the letter and asked him to deliver it; for a moment, at least, one of the great murderers of the twentieth century played mailman for a young girl in love.
She had simply shed the mantle of slavery as easily as she had worn it, making him realize that she had never really worn it at all.
You’re too beautiful to be worshiped in the dark.
She danced her way right into his heart. Corny, but true.
At its heart, dance is an extension of your soul braided into the music; it’s not a bunch of steps to be memorized. Everyone can dance.
His lips caressed her ear. “Best dance of my entire life.
Solving crimes is like following a spider web. Everything is connected in some way. It’s just figuring out where things intersect so I can find the spider in the middle.
Something was going on. Something big, like the dreams that brought her sisters together. But this time, it wasn’t a theater bringing them together. It was a killer tearing them apart.
Inspiration before intercourse.
He had no clue my wolf was ready to choose china patterns.
We’re werewolves, and we’re always going to have someone after us.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed my hair. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “Come home with me, kitten. I need you.