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" His smile goes all the way, then, and when he turns to look at me I swear to God – my insides melt all the way out of my body. To think how hard his gaze had seemed to me, before all of this, and how warm and soft and filled with love it looks, now.
I want to hug his face, but end up doing something far less mad, instead.
“I love you,” I tell him, and it barely takes any effort at all. "
― Charlotte Stein , Restraint (Away We Go, #2)
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" You know, kissing,” she said, as though this was just going to be a demonstration. Which it apparently was, because suddenly she found herself leaning forward and—
It lasted no more than a moment. Barely anything at all, really. And yet when she pulled back, she could read the effect it’d had, all over his face. It hummed through him, visibly. His big eyes swallowed her whole. "
― Charlotte Stein , Past Pleasures (Desire Through Time, #1)
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" You don’t really have idea about any of that olden-days stuff, do you?”
He’s sure he can feel her smiling against his shoulder.
“Busted,” she says.
“Ah, it’s some nice talk, though, Sol. You make it all sound real nice.”
“That’s the beauty of it. Just dreaming thoughts on once-was things. Animals and helping people and one place you could always call home.”
“The Horizon is my home,” he says, and it strikes him for the first time how much that is true. A sudden keen longing for its shapes and spaces goes through him, and he hugs Sol to him tighter.
“You are my home,” she says, real sudden. So sudden he’s sure she’s about to take it back any second—or at least wants to.
But no taking back comes. He clings to the words so tightly he doesn’t think she could take them back even if she tried. Oh Sol, he thinks. God, please don’t let us die now. Not now.
Not now that he realizes The Horizon isn’t his home at all. That he thinks like her. That she is his home, too. "
― Charlotte Stein , The Horizon