Courtney Preiss

“knew, after that night, a series of tiny intimacies I had craved. I knew what kind of toothpaste he kept next to his sink. The clean taste of him. The small animal noises that escaped him when his body was pressed into mine or when he slept. The trickling tone on his iPhone alarm that he preferred to wake up to.”
― Courtney Preiss, Welcome Home, Caroline Kline

“I didn’t even feel it anymore. I loved it, and then I longed for it, and seeing it all just felt like pressing down on a fading bruise.”
― Courtney Preiss, Welcome Home, Caroline Kline