I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish—her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.

There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

Gift of time in me enclosed the future suddenly exposed

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies.

Cole kissed me.. It was the sort of kiss that would take a long time to recover from. You could take each of our kisses, from the very first moment we'd met and put them on a slide in a microscope, and I was pretty sure what you'd find. Even an expert would see nothing on the first one, and then on the next one, the start of something - mostly outnumbered, easily destroyed - and then more and more until finally this one, something that even the untrained eye could spot. Evidence that we'd probably never be cured of each other, but we might be able to keep it from killing us.