“~i love it when he kisses me; I bite his lip to drink his blood like it is a fruity drink.”

“When Nico bent to kiss me, I shut my eyes, absorbing all that was familiar about him - his taste, the softness of his lips, his arms holding me steadily - and I could tell he was the same, drinking me in, committing my kiss to memory as we found our way home to each other in the gathering dark.”

“his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine”

“He leaned over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he was drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty.”

“His love is like an unquenchable fire and He refreshes with living waters. I thirst daily and go to the well to drink and be consumed”

“This is the best thing I've ever eaten." He pauses for a drink, staring at me over the rim of his glass of juice." It's the provolone," I say, swallowing my last bite."It's the chef.”