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141 " I can feel you watching me." Her breathy voice slid over him and it felt like her fingers were running over his hard cock. How the fuck was her voice alone able to rule his dick? "
142 " I can feel you watching me." Her breathy voice slid over him and felt like her fingers were running over his hard cock. How the fuck was her voice alone able to rule his dick? "
143 " Did you ever think that maybe we’re like that?” she asks me.I smile into the dark. How many times have I thought of myself as the ocean? “You think we’re like water?”Gemma sits up. The salty wind coming off the water snaps her hair around her shoulders. With one hand in the middle of my chest, she tries to push me into the sand. I’m strong enough to hold her off, but I don’t want to. I willingly collapse back and she crawls over me. Holding a smile on her face, she slips her legs on either side of my hips and settles her weight on me.In a voice thin as smoke, she says, “Well, maybe that’s how we start. Maybe, in the beginning, we’re nothing but a theoretical vast and empty sea with this huge open sky above us.”Her hands press down on my stomach and her fingers pull at the bottom of my shirt. She leans forward until her breasts are rubbing against me and her mouth is almost touching the skin of my neck.“Then slowly,” she continues, “over time, the currents change and we build up these continents inside our bodies.” Now her fingers walk a path from my bellybutton to my sternum. “And eventually, we have canyons and deserts and trees and beaches and all sorts of places where we can go and live.”I suck in a breath as Gemma flattens her hand on the skin just above my heart and kisses me just below my ear. Then she turns her face, fitting the crown of her head beneath my jaw and says, “Most of the time we’re safe on the land, but sometimes we get sucked out to sea. What do you think happens then?”I think about everything we’ve shared today. I think about Gemma and me. And how it feels like the geography inside of my own body is changing, how it’s been changing from the moment I met her. Maybe even before that.And I think about the continents we’re building between us. The bridges of land moving from her fingers to mine and the valleys and mountains formed by her lips on my skin and her words in my head.I use both of my hands to cup her face and pull her to my mouth. I press my lips to hers, parting her mouth and drinking in her breath. “I think you’d have to start swimming.”A minute of silence ticks by.Over the low drone of the waves on the beach, she whispers, “And what if you can’t swim very well?”I think for a minute. “Then you fly. "
― Autumn Doughton , This Sky
144 " Hey." He waited until he had her attention before continuing. " I'm not angry." He gave her a small smile. " You're back and I'm okay with that... for now." Her fingers trembled around the bottle. " For now?" His smile broadened and a wicked grin danced in his eyes. " Well, it's only a matter of time before you remember why you fell for me. "
145 " You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile." Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she's warding off a very bright light." No," I say looking at Peeta with a new sense of apreciation. " Neither of us even knew what we were going to do before we went in." " And Haymitch?" says Peeta. " We decided we don't want any other allies in the arena." " Good. Then I won't be responsible for you killing off any of my friends with your stupidity," he says. "
146 " During the show, she studied him on stage. The way he strummed the guitar, the movement of muscles in his arms and torso, the sway of the tartan fabric with his movements. Her cheeks heated when she thought about running her fingers over his torso and under his kilt. Oh, the things he could do to her with that body. "
― Lisa Carlisle , Knights of Stone: Mason (Highland Gargoyles, #1)
147 " I hope she can’t tell that I’m appraising her and that I’m completely worried by what I see. She’s excitable and strange. She’s ten. What do people do during the day when they’re ten? She runs her fingers along the window and mumbles, “This could give me bird flu,” and then she forms a circle around her mouth with her hand and makes trumpet noises. She’s nuts. Who knows what’s going on in that head of hers, and speaking of her head, she most definitely could use a haircut or a brushing. There are small tumbleweeds of hair resting on the top of her head. Where does she get haircuts? I wonder. Has she ever had one before? She scratches her scalp, then looks at her nails. She wears a shirt that says I’M NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL. BUT I CAN BE! I’m grateful that she isn’t too pretty, but I realize this could change. "
― Kaui Hart Hemmings , The Descendants