What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.

Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.

What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

My feelings were hurt. Once I started I couldn't seem to let it go. Be strange if the person who matters most in the whole world couldn't hurt your feelings, wouldn't it?

It's okay to play turtle for a while, as long as you don't get too fond of your shell.

Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.