“He imprisoned the rest of her body by the simple expediency of lying down on top of her.”

“The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.”

“You’re killing me," he told her, panting, his palms sliding down over her ribs to explore the rest of her shape—her waist, her hips, her thighs. "Killing me by inches." He lifted his body from hers enough to yank up her skirt. "But it’s a damn fine way for a man to die.”

“After a couple of days of complete hell , rest is at the top of the agenda. As he fades away to an overdue peacefulness, he misses her .”

“Her beauty has captured me, imprisoned my capacity for language. All I can do is pay homage to the temple of her body.”

“She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simple. Look at it and say what it is. "Sloppy Joe," she managed."Hmm," he said, sounding doubtful. "May he rest in peace.”