" I gasped as he tightened his embrace around me.
“I’m afraid I’ll never have the opportunity to hold you like this again.” His voice was soft and vulnerable.
“You don’t have to let me go . . . ever." David shook his head in denial.
“My mind refuses your words, yet my vacant chest welcomes them,” he argued, his face buried in my neck. "

― Nely Cab , Creatura (Creatura, #1)