Basking In It Quotes

“I pressed up onto my arms and looked down at her, excitement and anticipation surging inside me like a burst of sunshine-yellow paint. She was effervescence, green spring and new life, flowers blooming on her skin.
I wanted to bask in her.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“Afterward, we stay on the floor together, lounging in a patch of sun like a pair of cats. He holds me to his chest, fingertips skimming over my bare skin. I like the cage his body makes, comfortable and secure. The smattering of dark hair on his chest and legs, which contrasts with my smooth skin. I rub one flat nipple, then kiss it. I turn his free arm from side to side, admiring the bold tattoos inked into the sun-warmed skin. I even nip his bicep, smiling at his huff of amusement. “What’s this one for?” I’m running my nail over a blue-black inked moth.
“Just thought it looked cool.”
“Really?”
“That’s the secret us tattooed freaks don’t want the rest of you to know.” His breath ruffles my hair. I shiver pleasantly. “Sometimes it’s just because we wanted the ink.”
“I think you wanted the pain.” I slant my eyes upward. I know I’m right, judging by his eyes. “What about my favorite one?”
“That one I planned. I got it after my first shift in a Michelin-starred restaurant. It’s me.” He says it with such confidence, I know he’s serious. He thinks of himself as a panther, stalking alone through the forest, knife in his maw. I can’t imagine anything lonelier. Florida panthers are endangered, after all. “Why is it your favorite?”
“I don’t know.” I pet the panther. It’s one of the most detailed pieces he has. “I guess part of me realized it was one of the meaningful ones.”
Now that I think of it, all the most detailed tattoos are of animals. I can’t even imagine how long it took to ink the octopus splashed across his chest and collarbone.”
― Grace Reilly, Yes, Chef