So Close Yet So Far Quotes

“If she lived, doubtless we must have been sometimes in search of each other, at the very same moment, through the mighty labyrinths of London; perhaps, even within a few feet of each other - a barrier no wider in a London street, often amounting in the end to a separation for eternity!”
― Thomas de Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater

“His eyes, pale as the glowing pool, pinned me to the spot. So much heat in them. Heat and need and a shadow of frustration, as though he didn't want to want me. His voice lowered, thick as hot cream. "Em, if you're naked in front of me, there's going to be touching."
Yes, please. Now would be good.
"Pretty presumptuous of you, honey pie."
Lucian, the rat bastard, smiled, those hot eyes intent on my face. "Who said it had to be you I'm touching?"
"What?" I could barely think. His nearness was making me light headed.
"I'm not above taking matters into my own hand, if that's the only option."
I pictured him handling all that... girth. The bottom dropped out of me.
"Oh, well played----"
Water ripped, and he was there, big body surrounding me, his mouth inches from mine. "To be clear," he murmured, "if you're naked in front of me, I'd rather touch you."
He was so close, vividly present. Deliciously beautiful. My lids lowered, my lips parting with the need to feel his. I wanted. I wanted.
Our legs brushed under the water, and a shiver danced up my thighs. Lucian grabbed the edge of the pool to brace himself, his arms bracketing me, which made it worse. Water droplets glinted on the dips and swells along his shoulders and arms, drawing my attention to the sheer strength of his body and how good it would feel to touch him.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“She didn’t remember that Enrico hadn’t called back until she woke up in the middle of the night, shooting out of a dream. She squinted in the dark, trying to recall where she’d been--- and then it came back to her. She’d been standing on the cartoon ground in Mexico, rocky and dry and flat, watching a single peach blossom blow across its surface.
Birdie chased it, but it was too fast. It blew away from her.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, The Secrets of Peaches