“kisses will blossom on the pillows,and sheets will rise over bodiesentangled like vinesnocturnal and perfumed.”
“He's the path lined with wildflowers, And I'm Red Riding Hood. I've been warned, but I just can't resist the blossom and perfume that calls me over.”
“Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
“Pillow talk always puts me to sleep. I’d rather chat about bed sheets, which can be converted into capes.”
“Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily. She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he’d ever had.”
“I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?”