She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.
In the pause that followed, Shane understood why people said their hearts broke. She always thought it was a weak metaphor of strong emotion. She could feel each bit of shrapnel from her heart stab at her stomach and lungs. Her knees gave out beneath...
Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of half-clothed handshake for bragging rights, ...
The seed of an urban legend find fertile soil at the corner of tragedy and imagination.
His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn't bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn't going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl's kisses are deliberate and polished. When she kisses me - ...
Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like...
Magic was not in glitter and sparks. Real magic didn't need to be.
Sex was this primal connection like no magick she had ever known, even separated by a millimeter of latex. She knew that some combined the two and, while she could see how this would improve the magick, it would dilute the sex.
It seemed inequitable at best that one could and did gain a reputation for things that left one both physically and emotionally unsatisfied.
I missed you,” she cried into him. Standing on top of the snow gave him an additional few inches on her and she rested her head against his chest. She could hear nothing within, just her own heartbeat echoing.
…He sounded as though he had just seen The Pokey Little Puppy meet the business end of The Little Engine That Could.
There is little worse than when the person to whom you want to apologize is having great sex in your room.
Private moments held not a candle to coitus, not even the expensive kind of candle that made the whole room smell of far off seasons.
