Manal

“What are you doing?" I whisper, not at all surprised when he doesn't answer my question. He keeps up drawing patterns for a few minutes, nearly lulling me to sleep, before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me onto my side toward him, my back flat against his warm chest."I was connecting the dots," he says quietly. "Your freckles are like stars. They tell a story, depending on how you connect them."I smile to myself as he takes my hand, linking our fingers together. "What did they tell you?""They told me you're beautiful," he says. "And I'm a lucky son of a bitch to have you all to myself.”
― J.M. Darhower, Monster in His Eyes

“He's my breath of fresh air, and I feel like I can't breathe anymore when he's not around.”
― J.M. Darhower, Monster in His Eyes

“Hey Mol.
Hey You.
You gonna give up that lucky sweet kiss?
If that's what you want.
It most definitely is.”
― Tillie Cole, Sweet Home