“Frustration, too evident in the cement clench of his jaw.Distance, the ethereal detached from the flesh and bone.Impatience, in the soft thrum of his heel as we sit in silence.”

“And from where I was sitting his ass looked like little Bear's bed...not too hard, and not too soft, but just right.”

“Derringer’s face darkened and he pushed a hand through his loose hair in frustration. “Woman, you try my patience.” He turned abruptly on his heel and continued to the back of the house.”

“Steam was rising weirdly from his clothes. His hangover was visible. It heaved itself to his shoulders and sat there like a bag of wet cement.”

“When he bit into the flesh there softly, I almost accused him right there of lying to me about me being his first girlfriend, because he was way too good at this.”

“We are united to Christ who is bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh, and participate in the risen Humanity of Christ so that we are bone of His bone and flesh of His flesh.”