Jenny Levine

“He's everywhere. He's on my skin, under my skin, in my heart, in my soul”
― M. Leighton, Up to Me

“Do me a favor,” he whispers, curling my fingers over the back of his and bringing them to his mouth. “What?” His eyes never leave mine as he brushes his lips over my knuckles. “Dream of me tonight,” he says softly. He watches me, waiting for a response. I have no words, so I simply nod. He doesn’t need to know that no one else occupies my dreams. No one. “Dream of my lips, teasing you.” Straightening one of my fingers, he kisses the tip. His voice is like velvet and his words are like an aphrodisiac. “Dream of my tongue, tasting you.” His tongue sneaks out to flick the end of my finger. A surge of desire rocks my core. “And I’ll dream of you. Of what it feels like to be inside your warm, wet body.”
― M. Leighton, Up to Me

“If it was up to me, I’d make the world disappear and it would be just us. Just you and me.”
― M. Leighton, Up to Me

“I can't stand the thought of you being anything other than deliriously happy. With me.”
― M. Leighton, Up to Me