Status Updates From A Traitorous Heart

“‘You are dearer to me than my own soul.’ He takes me by the chin, kissing me slowly. It has the horrible feeling of a goodbye.
‘I have no need yet of your farewells, Henry of Navarre.’
He smiles, the expression not touching his eyes.”

“And then she kisses me.
Her mouth is commanding, fierce, and I swear, she still tastes of almonds from that winter night so many years ago. The flavor brings me right back to the wordless wonder, the very first time in my life I felt like things could be different. I kiss her back like I’ve wanted to for months, years, letting her convictions fill me with fire.”

“Is there any weapon more feared or scorned by men than a woman’s tears?”