Sweetest Coma Again

“He looked at me with a grin as he slowly pulled the fork out, the cool metal sliding along my lips. Something about him feeding me was strange and sensual, and tingles pierced through my belly.”
― Annella Savo, Born to Make You Smile

“I nodded as he grabbed a paper towel, then wiped my lips, then my cheeks, my forehead, and my neck.”
― Annella Savo, Born to Make You Smile

“Frankie,” he whispers, out of breath. Keeping me pinned to the car, his hands find my face again. “Frankie … Frankie … Frankie …” He showers my face with kisses and gently rubs his face against mine. It’s affectionate, intimate, and a little heartbreaking because I feel him clinging to this moment as much as I am. My hands cover his when his forehead comes to rest against mine. “I’m afraid one day soon you won’t kiss me good night.” He lifts his head, a sad expression stealing his handsome face while he nods gently. “Me too.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her

“How foolish to think you can tell your children about yourself before they're at least fifty. To ask to be seen by them as a person and not as a function. To say : I am your history, you begin from me, listen to me, it could be useful to you.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Lost Daughter