I am creating an atmosphere! Oh, Unc, weโve finally got bodies in this joint! Paying bodies. We could have a good racket going here.โ โIโm not interested in a โracket.โ Iโm an academic.โ โThatโs okay, Unc. I wonโt hold it against you.
Libba BrayThere's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give of a peach against my mouth. A scent like scorched cinnamon hangs in the air, but I'm not falling into any vision. It's his smell in me. A smell that makes my stomach drop through my feet. A smell that pushes all thought out of my head and replaces it with an overpowering hunger for more.
Libba Bray