“This was beautiful, this was us.”

“The things we take for granted. The things we never feel we’ll lose. Not missing the water until the well runs dry, and hundreds more tired idioms and metaphors to build monument to the fact that I was drinking in every detail of Dominic’s body like the precious thing it was, quenching the thirst of years with visions of flesh and beauty. It was impossible to believe, suddenly, that I had ever known beauty and excitement before.”

“Why do you fall in love with the impossible?”

“With a sleepy sigh, I reminded myself that distance was only a myth.”

“My lips pursed on the shuddering feather softness of his belly and a sigh broke from Dominic that invaded and destroyed and rebuilt my brain, rebuilt it with a true, unwavering knowledge that I was his now. If he wanted, he could do as he wished, but I knew then that no matter the consequence I would follow his whims, wherever they might lead me.”

“Desire. You can't fight that; you can only fight yourself after it hits you...”

“What’s the use in dreaming, if you’re not going to fly?”