Kathy

“One thousand four hundred and seventy-four days, Hayden. That’s how long I’ve waited for you.” His nose brushes mine as his fingers dig deeper into my hips and his breath dances against my face. “I do what I do for him, but I do it for you, too.”
― Molly McLain, We're Made of Moments

“The Nydia you left behind. She’s gone. This person in front of you likes predictable things, she doesn’t like to travel, and she prefers to have dinner in a quiet place. Not some fancy restaurant where people can see you.” He leans closer and curls his index finger as if telling me to come-closer-I-have-a-secret-for-you. I do, and he whispers, “Oh, she’s there. I’ve seen her. We just need to peel back a couple of layers.” He shrugs. “Maybe more. I’m willing to do the work.”
― Claudia Y. Burgoa, Finally You

“It’s been four years and nine months since I’ve kissed her. Four years and nine months since I’ve tasted her and breathed her air and felt her melt in my arms.”
― Molly McLain, We're Made of Moments

“Callie and I sat on one of the old logs that served as a bench. I hesitated for a second, glancing around, then gently put my arm around her. It was what a boyfriend would do. I expected her to stiffen or shy away. But she didn’t. She nestled in closer, letting her arm drape over my leg, and rested her head against my chest.”
― Claire Kingsley, Highball Rush