Michelle Pine

“He kisses me again when we reach the edge of my driveway, but this one is different to the others—all of the ones before this were this hungry, needy, thirsty, kicking-to-the-surface-to-breathe-again kisses, hands everywhere up and down, and we could have been driving through the galaxy at warp speed and I’d be none the wiser because it feels like that just being next to him, let alone being held by him.”
― Jessa Hastings, The Conditions of Will