Ian O. Lewis > Quotes

“My mother loved me. I know she did. But it was a quiet love. Dutiful. Efficient. What I felt now was nothing like that. It was messy and wild and sharp around the edges. It was a kind of freedom I hadn’t known I needed. And it scared the hell out of me.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“Dimitri turned his head and his eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw everything—his love, his trust, his surrender. It was overwhelming, shattering, and I knew I was lost. Lost in him, lost in us.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“I nodded. It wasn’t even a question. Loving Dimitri felt like breathing. It wasn’t always pleasant, but necessary for survival.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“He cracked a smile again, and I was starting to think I could live off his smiles alone.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“I loved him in a way that made everything else feel dull and distant, like the world before him had been in black and white. And he’d brought the color. The music. The madness.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“I told myself maybe I was a late bloomer. Maybe I was too serious. Maybe I just hadn’t met the right girl. But the truth was—none of them made my legs shake. None of them made me want to melt into another person’s skin. Petyr did.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“love—real, desperate, human love—had to be hidden behind smoke and fake smiles.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“I was sitting in a room full of people laughing at a comedy, with a hard-on and a tear rolling down my face, because Petyr had touched me like it was nothing. Like it was normal. Like it was allowed.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence

“There was no music. No crescendo of violins or clamor of trumpets—just the wet click of our lips and the pounding of my heart, too loud in my own ears.”
― Ian O. Lewis, The Fire Beneath The Frost: A Love Story Born In Silence