“The world is mine and it turns in my fingers.”
“Mine,” he whispered against my mouth. He kissed me again. “You are mine.” In the shadows I stared into the eyes of a vampire, grazed his mouth with my finger. “No, you‟re mine.”
“Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.”
“I move my hips in rhythm with his. He grabs my hands in his and laces his fingers with mine, while his hooded sex eyes lock onto mine.”
“That rebellion of mine was an important turning point in my life.”
“Did my fingering turn you gay? I hope not.”