“The little ball went up, then down, then up in his palm. My inner golden retriever couldn’t look away.”
“Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arched across my scalp. The floor tipped up at me and my body spilled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next...”
“Her lips pursed. My palms went damp. Her fangs were out, as pointed and delicate as little bone daggers. "That’s disappointing, Solange."I was going to die because I couldn’t embroider roses on a pillow.”
“Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.”
“My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five year old.”
“I curl my fingers into my palm to make up for the fact that they're not wrapped around his.”