“The Point At Which I’m Thanking The Angels And The Gods And The Birds And The Bees And Sweet Baby

“…The marker is still in her fist. I pry it from her fingers and she opens her eyes, just as I slip my fingers beneath the collar of her shirt. I pull it down, exposing the skin over her heart. I pull the cap off the marker with my teeth and then press the marker to her chest. I write four letters directly over her heart.

MINE

I put the cap back on the marker, and then I kiss her one last time before I turn and walk away.

It’s the most we’ve ever communicated and the least we’ve ever said.”

Maybe Now by Colleen Hoover

“I hate that I had to be hurt to realize a lot of shit.”

—

“Then I kiss her.

I kiss her like I need her soul tangled with mine.

She kisses back like it’s happened already for years.”

Addicted After All by Krista and Becca Ritchie

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I WANT you to breathe me in Let me be your air Let me roam your body freely No inhibition, no fear

“Beatrice. ” He clasped her wrist, pulling her toward him. He shifted slightly on the bed to accommodate her, enveloping her in his arms as she rested her head on his naked chest. “I thought you’d forgotten me. ”

“Never,” she choked out as the tears began to flow uncontrollably. “I thought of you every day. ”

He puts his hand between us on the couch, palm up, and then looks back at the TV.

It’s like he’s put out a dish of seed and is now sitting very still, waiting for the cowardly little chicken to make a move. And it does take me a while. I tentatively pick up his hand and lace his fingers into mine.

For a scary moment he doesn’t react, but as the warmth of his hand begins to glow into my palm, he gives me a deep, delicious squeeze.

The art of holding hands is underrated and it’s embarrassing how much this simple act has me nearly breathless.

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

"Do you think all the rulers were assholes, or do you think there were some good ones out there? Ones that appreciated the people around them, and the people beneath them?"

"I think there were good people. You always have to trust that there are good people out there in the world, and even if the bad people have louder mouths, the good people have bigger hearts. And those hearts will outweigh the mouths."

“I can tell when you’re aroused, like now. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it on your skin. I can—sense it. ”

The sensations are the details

that make up the story of our lives.

- Oscar Wilde