Home > Work > Wolves vs. Hearts (The Heart Rate of a Mouse, #2)
1 " Here he is, the epitome of self-improvement, like I knew a more primitive and lesser form of him. He wasn't a full person then, but now he is complete. Not completed by me, not at all. He's making damn sure I don't accidentally think that. And he smiles at me, the way you'd smile at a stranger, or at someone you know you're never going to see again, awkward but comforting like the encounter was not as unpleasant as it could have been. I want to snatch a hold of his shoulders and ask if he's fucking kidding me. If he's done. Because it seems to me like he is, but he's not allowed to be if I'm not. "
― , Wolves vs. Hearts (The Heart Rate of a Mouse, #2)
2 " I want to take my time, want to go slow and soft and look into his fucking eyes, all of it, because the universe rearranges itself for us. It does. He rearranges me. "
3 " Truthfully, I don’t know much of anything. I’m all talk. I’ve seen this country and I’ve seen a few others, and I’ve seen a lot of people and I’ve heard a lot of things, but I didn’t understand any of it. "
4 " He looks lost, but I’m not much of an explorer right now. "
