“Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...”

“Your body is a jewel box.....the jewel is your soul”

“The touch of your fingersgrazing minedelicate asa single drop of winein a crystal goblet.Rolling it round,I savor it on my tongue,try tomake it lastforever.The words Iloveyouform in the airand melt. Your palm againstmy cheek,light asa snowflake.”

“Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,Be not afraid of my body.”

“The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.”

“Jeb releases my fingers and cups my face in his hands, barely touching me, like I'm breakable. "It's me I'm losing control of. Hundreds of sketches, and I still can't get enough of your face." He traces the dimple in my chin with his thumb. "Your neck." His palm moves along my throat. "Your..." Both hands find my waist and drag me off the table so we're standing toe to toe. " I'm not wasting another second drawing you," he whispers against my lips, "when I can touch you instead." He presses his mouth to mine.”