“My fingers smell like soil and my lips taste like sugar and I'm so awake right now I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight.”
“If I had nostrils on my index fingers, I wonder what the inside of my nose would smell like?”
“I like cream and sugar in my sleep.”
“You've gone and sewn me to this bed,The taste of you and me,Will never leave my lips again,Under the blinding rain,I wanna hold your hand so tight,I'm gonna break my wrist,And when the vultures sing tonight,I'm gonna join right in.”
“I'm awake, I'm alive, now I know what I believe inside, now its my time, I'll do what I want, cause this is my life!”
“The night we met—I'm not like that guy." His jaw was rigid."I know tha—" He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening."So I don't want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.”