Bookworms Devouring Words

“What are you doing?" He massaged my feet with his fingers. "I have big hands. Your tiny little fingers will accomplish nothing. His ministrations were strong but not painful. I wanted to argue but I couldn't. It felt so good. I sank into the cushion and released a loud sigh. "Oh my god..." It came out as a moan rather than a painful groan. He chuckled "I'm good at everything.”
― E.L. Todd, Into the Fire

“She's right here beside me, but I can feel her slipping away. I'm losing her, I'm losing us. I don't know what to do. It's like being tapped in a three-by-three cell all over again. It's like being held under water and deciding when to take that first gasp of water that's going to make you drown. It's like holding hands, both your palms slicked with your collective blood, in a fucking nightmare that never ends.”
― Lili St. Germain, Zero Hour

“I stumble in behind them, almost tripping on my own feet. They both turn to look at me as I grip the edge of the counter to balance myself. Tag raises an eyebrow at me. "Did you even talk to this girl?" "No" "Damn, dude, she's got you tripping all over yourself, and you don't even know what her voice sounds like? I'd hate to see what happens when you actually have a conversation with her." "I don't know who she is. I've never seen her before, but she drives a nice car. I want to know her.”
― Michelle Dare, Floating

“The split second before it touches your tongue, there's anticipation. The second it hits your taste buds, there's promise. When you swallow, its satisfaction. Anticipation, promise, satisfaction - it's the perfect trifecta. But it only lasts for the first bite.”
― Sybil Bartel, Talon