Thin Love Quotes

“She’d loved him like a song.
She told Kona that once.
His fingers were chords, the strong vibration of a beat that slipped into her chest, filled all the empty spaces that had been missing since her father’s death. His hands were a tempo, a crushing, consuming bass line that echoed in the stillness of her heart, filling it with thick, heavy beats she heard singing into her ears. And that song had not faded, had not dimmed in the years they were apart.
Kona kissed her, loved her with every touch, and he played loud, loud, loud inside her, seeping into the portions of her body, the thin wisps of her soul that only he could ever sing to her. All those years, all the struggle they both endured, faded like the reverb disappearing behind a back beat as he came to her, touching, kissing her, leaning her back against the sink, hands lowering, pulling her to his strong body. He was the drumbeat of her past, the soft melody of her memory coalescing in his extended arms, in the demanding, aching way his fingers played against her skin.”
― Eden Butler, Thin Love