“oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.”
“What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.”
“My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.”
“Have you ever wanted something so badly, thought you’d die if you didn’t get it, then when you finally did get it, you wondered what all the fuss was about?”
“The threads of circumstance that lead to tomorrow are so tenuous that all the fussing and worrying about decisions is futile compared to the pure randomness of existence.”
“My heart jumps out of its cage to see what the fuss is about. Damn thing. Always so hopeful, but my voice hides it well.”