" I smiled and rolled onto my side, bringing my arms around her. She wiggled against me, letting me spoon her, and I swept some sweaty hair away from her neck to kiss beneath her ear. “How do you like your new tattoo?”

“I love it. It makes me want to be a bird.”

“You already are a bird.”

“I don’t get to fly.”

“You fly all the time. Haven’t you noticed? "

― , Declaration (Preservation, #3)