“I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it…it’s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes…”— Lisa Kleypas, amazon.com
“It’s your flaws I want to taste. Your crooked mouth. The way you smell after being out all day. The lump in your throat. Your shaky hands. Your morning breath. Your prickly legs. Your pimpled politeness. Your tangled hair. I don’t want to be able to run my fingers through you easily. It’s no fun wri…”— Lora Mathis, loramathis.com