“Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.”
“Sometimes I just want to paint the words "It's my fault" across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me.”
“Wanting to play God for your own private purposes, whatever they are, might be what getting greedy is”
“My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.”
“Her eyes met mine again. “So what does this mean for us?”I lowered my forehead to hers. “It means you’re mine.”
“He was like a lion, eager to feed but still stalking his prey. He didn't want to scare her off. But she was helpless in her own desire for him.”