“My brow found the hollow of his collarbone, the place where we fitted together.”
“We pass each other notes in the hollows of our collarbones.”
“I had found my place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.”
“I think of how long we search to find a place we might call ours, where we might feel we have found a home: the perfect house in the perfect town; the sacred hollow; that place in the heart we call love; the state of grace we call salvation.”
“I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.”
“…He kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body - my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light.”