“Jealousy hot flashes through my body, a thunderbolt crashing through.”
“Hot flush, raging bluch. Ice flash, instant crash.”
“Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.”
“It did make a flash of jealousy go through me, but his heart was mine, and I didn’t doubt that. How could I, after he’d branded himself?”
“Fuck," he murmured against my lips. The feel, the word, sent a hot little shock through my spine. It skittered through my veins, danced through every nerve.”
“My soul left my body, and my body left my clothes and went streaking through the streets.”