Amanda S

“You're an escort?" Her already large eyes widened further. I reached for one strap of her backpack and snapped it against her shoulder, careful not to touch her, then smirked.

"I prefer the term sexual plumber."

She snorted "Oh, God."

"Yeah, They sometimes call me that, too.”
― L.J. Shen, Bane

“Very few of us are what we seem.”
― Agatha Christie, The Man in the Mist

“He pecks my lips. I knew you were the one the second I laid eyes on you.
The one to bring me back to life.
‘How did you know?’ He’s talking. I need to extract as much from him as possible.He looks me straight in the eyes. They are bursting with meaning. ‘Because my heart starting beating again.' He whispers.”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, Beneath This Man

“To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.”
― Anita Shreve, The Pilot's Wife