“I hand over some files to and her eyes meet mine, all cool and sweet like a snow-cone in July.”

“The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise.”

“He looks down at our joined hands. He rubs his thumbs over my knuckles. “I haven’t felt like I’ve had a real home in years.” Cash pauses and looks up, his eyes meeting mine. They are warm. They are sweet. They are sincere. “Until I met you. You feel like home. And that’s more important than anything else. You’re my home now. You’re what matters.”

“Her eyes flutter up to meet mine.“Are you hungry?”she asks.Am I ever.”

“Now her eyes meet mine like green lightning-they are green, these eyes of hers, whose power is so indescribable-green, but as are precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes.”

“I loomed over her face with mine, gripping her eyes with mine, owning her boy with mine. I saw only her.I felt only her. I heard only her”