Shirley

“Myles kisses me back, almost hesitating before he does.
But I don’t give him the chance to stop me. It’s like it’s not me doing these things, but some piece of myself that’s been hidden away until now and has taken advantage of my current mental state to emerge. A part of my brain, or heart, or soul that needs to keep my lips moving against his, that’s running my hands through his smooth, soft hair, that’s pressing my body against his.
And it wants more.
For a second, I’m sure Myles is going to pull away, but I push my body harder into him, circling my arms around his waist as his hands stroke my hair gently, like he’s not sure what else he’s supposed to do with them. He’s close. So close I can feel every muscle in his chest, every whisper of a breath he lets in or out.
I don’t know how we end up on the bed...”
― Nikki Rae, Sun Poisoned

“Since when did psychiatry become one big, fat Myspace survey?”
― Nenia Campbell, Tantalized

“Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.”
― Edna O'Brien, In the Forest

“There is no redemption in a cruel man's love.”
― Nenia Campbell, Locked and Loaded