Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme
Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?
I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.
He'd made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She'd been happy in those last months, so alive and happy.