“I stand up from the table and wiggle my index finger at Nick. He'll never get it, but I borrow from Heathers as I leave him to follow Tris. A true friend's work is never done," I singsong.Bulimia is so '87, Heather," he answers.HOLY SHIT squared. I think I just had my first orgasm.”
“He props his elbow on the table,absently scratches his temple with his index finger, and I remember exactly what that index finger did to me earlier. How he circled my nipples with that finger, how he slipped it between my legs, drenched it with my wetnessand then brought it up to his mouth, licking it, tasting me, his gaze never leaving mine…”
“I have fled my country and gone to the heather.”
“Lick my finger so I can scan your table of contents- fuck the index- I yearn to ride your story line.”
“If I were to hold up a bank with my index finger and my thumb as the “gun,” then I hope I wouldn’t try to use half my weapon to hitchhike my escape from the police.”
“As lost as I get, I will find you, Heather. Always" - Dante”