Tamara Harrington

“I’ve wanted to touch you all week.” I confessed. “Wanted to hold you all week. Wanted to climb into your big bed and hold you so you weren’t alone.” He was beautiful with his slow blinking eyes on me as he leaned into my hand.

“God. Just put your fucking hands on me, Hennessy. I can’t stand being this far away from you any longer.”

Collectively we sighed and wrapped our arms around each other. It was like coming home and finding my spot in his heart. “I’m going to keep you, Mack.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“My God, Seelichka. Even though they cut into your brain, even though they rewired you, you held on to him. No wonder Mishka calls you Silver Fucking Mercant.”
― Nalini Singh, Silver Silence

“Nothing about us makes sense except for what I feel when I’m with you.”
― J.B. Salsbury, Wrecked

“Eye contact is what keeps us civilized.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You