“If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.”
“Annabelle gazed wistfully toward the doorway. “If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.”
“...all my brain could think about was pushing my lips against hers. I wanted to taste them, know how their softness felt against mine...”
“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.”
“Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.”