When your lips caress mine, even winter fails to chill me.
I would teach my body to regrow my heart each time I gave it to him, over and over and over again. Heart after heart after heart—every one of them his.
"You’re hopeless,” he says, and it is so strange and horrible and utterly lovely how the way that he’s looking at me makes me want to both back away and throw myself upon him.
My atoms love your atoms, it's chemistry.
Who is this woman? Hair like fire, Wise eyes like owl eyes, Strong hands like a warrior's.
