" Fucking love making you smile, Proph.” He stroked through the man’s wet hair. “Love the fact that you came here for me. Weren’t ordered to. You just came. For me.” Prophet didn’t deny it. Ran his tongue over his lower lip before biting it, like he was trying to hold something back. He straddled Prophet and tipped the man’s head up with a hand under his chin. “Been waiting for this.” He "

― S.E. Jakes , Long Time Gone (Hell or High Water, #2)