Heather C

“He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.”
― Josh Lanyon, The Dark Tide

“ Status: Naked. On bed. With boy. Systems overheating. Sudden doubts multiplying. Meltdown imminent. ”
― J.C. Lillis, How to Repair a Mechanical Heart

“A little frotting did not equal a marriage proposal.”
― Anonymous

“I am not warm. That is why my sister chose the name Winter for me.”
― Paula Stokes, Vicarious