“You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize.”
“You are everything. To me you’re the world.” I whispered against his mouth.”
“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?”
“There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-""Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?""Watch your mouth.”
“Mine,” he whispered against my mouth. He kissed me again. “You are mine.” In the shadows I stared into the eyes of a vampire, grazed his mouth with my finger. “No, you‟re mine.”