“His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.”

“He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.”

“He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.”

“So what's the deal with you and my sister?" He laughs shortly and rubs the back of his neck like something is there, tickling, tap”

“Don't stay away from me anymore."I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won't. I can't promise that. Can't”

“But you're worried I'll get in trouble?" I try not to show how much this pleases me. I've managed to ignore him for days now and here I sit. Lapping up his attention like a neglected puppy. My voic...”

“Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.”

“My heart had melted into something akin to a sensation of happiness, peace of mind one might even say, at the realization that I had now reached the very bottom of agony.”

“To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, cant sit still, move, or even go decently insane.”

“and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical senseand are not easy to fool with laughter”

“To be happy--one must find one's bliss”

“and we laugh and laugh andall I know isat this moment I feel likeI can do anything I wantand be anyone I wantand go anywhere on the globeand still call it home”