“He leaned down and kissed me slowly, with the ironic leisure of someone who had nowhere to go.”
“Time came slowly and passed slowly, so leisurely that at times he could swear it had stealthily doubled back on itself.”
“He nodded and leaned down to kiss me. I let him, Dad be damned.”
“He turned to me. “Call me later?”“Yes.”“Promise?”“I promise,” I said.And then he leaned down and kissed me. And this time it wasn’t Romeo kissing Juliet. It was Quinn kissing Delia. And that was even better.”
“With the final onset of dark the iron cold locked down and the boy by now was shuddering violently. No moon rose beyond the murk and there was nowhere to go.”
“Hunter kissed me as if he was going to hell, and he had this one kiss left and he was going to make the most of it.”